Stone Circle let's try again; you be the lead

Akuti wriggled beneath Grayday's weight, a sweet chortle escaping her maw as she struggled to turn onto her back. A peach he had called her, as if she were a sweet little thing, kissed by the sun rather than an unbroken spirit with her own prerogatives. Still, she appreciated the monicker and let it linger in the silence before breaking it with a long sigh and a faded titter at the end. If I didn't know any better, she mused, her paws lifted to Grayday's shoulders, I would say you have a little crush on me. There was a slight mocking tone to her words, paired with a sharp inhale and a mischevious smile.

As she awaited his response, she took a moment to study his features, her green eyes locking with his. Her face took on a innocent expression of childish curiousity as she began scanning him over for any sign of emotion. Akuti had been lied to and hurt enough to know that there was nothing more important than transparency, but it seemed that finding it in Grayday would never be as easy as she wished.