He knew because he could remember how soft her hair felt on his cheek but that wasn’t the point.
“I… uh didn’t drool on you or anything, did I? Because —” A clearing of his throat as he leans in close to whisper, “If I did please don’t tell Manolo… or Maria or anyone, really. It could just be a secret! Our secret, no one else has to know. Our secret.”
—花木蘭—Our secret. There was a part of Mulan that wanted
to hug the words to her chest (and run, before he could change
his mind). But the part of her that was overwhelmingly smug as
Joaquin spoke was stronger.
At least, that was what Mulan told herself. “Oh? Why can’t I tell
them? You know it’s no good keeping secrets from your friends.
Anyway. I haven’t washed the drool out yet.”
