Take Amara home.

Dragonhide manor is completely empty when you arrive home. You unlock the door and head inside, call out, but there's no answer. Guess Eva and Niki are doing stuff.

"I am quite tired after that," Amara admits. "We should rest."

You watch as she begins walking away, but after a moment, she turns on her heel and looks to you curiously.

"What is it?" you ask.

She interlocks her fingers in front of her waist. "I said that we should rest. Do you wish to be alone? I thought that maybe I could show you my room, since you have yet to see it, despite it being in the home you technically own."

Amara's room? "Sure. If you want."

Up the stairs and through the halls you go, until the two of you finally come to a door. You look to her, and it's difficult to tell if she's still flushed from earlier, or it's the blush purposely applied to her cheeks. Either way, she looks cute. Amara opens the door for you, and after you step inside, she carefully shuts the door behind you. You then get a moment to look around.

It's not all that exciting. Neither of you have lived here for long. However, she already has some decorations put up. There's a large clay pot with drawings of cats. On a shelf by the window, there's a small potted plant already blooming a single red flower. Her quilt and pillow look nicer than yours. It seems that most of her shopping time s far was spent on these.

With a long sigh, she sits down atop her bed, and kicks off her shoes. She brings her hands back through her braided hair and looks to you. "Do you wish to stay awhile and chat?" she asks, and then pats the area beside her.

The mattress creaks as you sit next to Amara. After a period of silence, she speaks.

"Thank you again for bringing me today."

"It was nothing. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself... even if it was a little too much near the end."

Red comes across her face. "Kyle. That's mean."

"Did you just call me Kyle?"

She gasps. "No... Maybe. I apologize!"

"It's fine." You slide a hand behind her neck, and down to her farthest shoulder. "I don't mind."

"I w-will only do it here, in private," she whispers. "Where it's intimate."

She stares deeply into your eyes, and you into hers. You feel your heart beat quickly. In this moment, you have the lovely Amara in your arm, and she looks completely infatuated. You think about what you should do, but then you feel her tender grip around your leg. She swallows nervously and then speaks once more.

"I liked... when you touched my ear. You have a gentle touch. Can you do it again?"