“…”
A small trigger was still enough. He almost turned back and kissed her again.
No, would it have stopped there?
Perhaps after that, he might have firmly taken a position to look down at her, pressing her into the sheets with her hand interlaced with his.
As if to cut off the ominous thought, the clock ticked unusually loudly.
It was the sound of the minute hand reaching the top, signaling the hour. Now, it was truly the time when the guest had no choice but to be restricted in his range of activities.
He closed his eyes tightly once and opened them. Finally, he could answer her question about whether he was leaving.
“It’s 5 o’clock.”
“Then at 10 o’clock?”
“…”
Though he was already a madman, he felt like he was going to go extremely mad now.
Reed tried not to get confused. He didn’t want…