“Why does my lover have to be so saintly? It’s making me feel like such a sinner…”
“…”
It seemed we were both thinking along the same lines.
Only then did this embarrassment and awkwardness become endearing. After a moment’s hesitation, I carefully placed the back of my hand against his cheek.
“Ai…?” Thesilid murmured.
“To… cool you down,” I explained.
He seemed briefly surprised by my touch but soon smiled calmly. Reaffirming our affection worked wonders in restoring our composure.
The problem was, it made us too relaxed.
“Thank you,” he said.
Thesilid gently held my hand, rubbing it softly against his cheek. Then, he drew it to his lips and lightly kissed the tips of my fingers.
My heart fluttered at the sight of this handsome man showing such reverence. Feigning dissatisfaction, I grumbled, “…What’s this? Where did you learn to do that?”
“To do what?” he asked, blinking innocently, as if he had no clue he was being seductive. Annoying. Fine, it’s just his chivalry at play…