from her like he was caught in the scene. She could almost smell his raging hormones brewing inside his very core, scorching heat rapidly emanating all around his body like a wildfire. "No, I won't

f," she assured. Theref

"Sti

n't want it

evasive stares for a genuine expression of agreement, clearly avoiding to make an eye co

e I want it," he said with gri

n't under

n't love

urprise. That was true anyway, but if that was his sacred precondition before actuall

turally-sounded, even almost dismissive and a matter of factly tone, like it was the most certai

ssibly, but how could she know otherwise? So she just went alon

impossibility of such instances to a man like him, outrightly and statel

. Then maybe... we

oked like he didn't like it very much to express

"Fin

e fli

own selfish desires, when he was in fact really just concerned with her welfare and nothing else, nothing more, not even for his own selfish interests. How she became like someone who she despised the most? She should've been more thankful, careful with her words. And he didn't love her, yet, and she felt the same way anyway.

rry," h

ry," she

Sile

r. His eyes were shaking with hesitation. His moistened lips licked by the pinkish tongue, must unmistakably be on the verge of saying something. Thi

s get out

ed slightly, didn't

can walk?

smile. "I can still kick

slightly. "That

ed not to s

aged the inside instinctively and shoved to her a folded white t-shirt and a navy blue short. His spare clothes, probably supposed to be worn after his PE class or some sort, was so casual that it actually

entually. "No, I like it. Thanks..." It was warm, cotton, so comfort

ng her against darkness. "Once you're done let's go first to th

physique. Hearing it, she immediately stopped her undressin

ant to d

our problem," s

lplessly on the wet floor, and what she was wearing now became resistant, dry and soft, the well-embroidered silk mildly stroking her skin in every movement, exuding his scent. It felt like she was inside him, an extension of him, softer. The short was hanging above her knees, the rub

arms wide open. A bit of

on her feet, his blush finally subsiding. Another sigh

manage,"

with that

gher than this. This would not be a problem at all. To tell the truth, there

" He removed lazily h

ls once more. She almost rolled her eyes for his unrelenting concern. Not that she didn't car

way with another sigh and didn't insist further. "Fine." She thought that was

its unpredictability, his instant aid towards her: she had almost cried. Not for her own recklessness, but his own. Not in the recklessness of his action, which was always measured and graceful, but the recklessness of his expression. Guilt, anger, concern, even slight astonishment, disappointment, and delight. How could his face hold not so much, but so many emotions all at once? She was so mad at everything she h