Midnight stroke and Skye only opened his eyes slowly.
He didn't know what had happened when he got knocked out and his head only looked down to see a knocked out Pony under him.
The thief blinked repeatedly and suddenly looked down to see that his towel was gone.
A wind of embarrassment then collided with his body and he felt his entire face grow neon red.
Skye was in deep panic.
" WHAT DID I DO?"
He timidly got off of Pony and put on a violet robe.
Luckily, Pony didn't wake up yet; however, her eyes were struggling to open.
Skye was hoping he didn't do anything to her that he regretted and he only watched her gentle eyes open up slowly.
" W-What h-happened..?" Pony questioned him weakly and Skye helped her up.
It was a good thing Pony didn't seem to remember what she saw last night.
Skye chuckled nervously, " Uh, I'm not really sure, hehe."
"Oh."
Skye mumbled to himself, " What time is it, I wonder?"
Pony only shrugged and she looked down to her watch on her to wrist to see that the time was around midnight.
" It is about midnight," Pony exclaimed.
" Oh, I see. Are you feeling better, sweetheart?" Skye questioned her in his seductive voice and felt her head.
The brunette nodded.
After that comment Skye made, both of them just kept standing there awkwardly and only stared at each other.
Pony's face expression was emotionless.
Skye was trying to figure out something to say.
Pony then raised an eyebrow in confusion and asked him, " Why are you wearing a robe?"
The attractive boy only winced and his face started to heat up in neon red once again.
He felt like his words would tremble out of his mouth; however, he was not going to show Pony his nervousness.
" Um, I got cold."
Pony nodded.
" Looks like its still raining. Guess I won't be going to the valley tonight," Skye stated and yawned.
" Why?"
" I don't come to the valley on rainy days."
" Oh."
Skye started chuckling, " I love how your so shy."
" I'm not trying to be."
" Then how come you barely say anything to this handsome face?"
" What else is there to say?"
The thief smirked once again and only licked his lips in response.
" Your lips must be dry," Pony told him in her usual monotone tone.
" Want to make them moist?" Skye questioned her smirking and stepped closer to her.
" Um, sure?"
Skye's face started to lean in towards her lips and he whispered, " Good choice."
" What are you doing?"
" You'll see," Skye giggled as he then placed a hand onto her cold face and whispered in her ear, " Close your eyes."
