"Rinnie, will you forgive me if I succumbed to my… instincts?"
I gulped, barely blinking as his solemn eyes and low tone sounded serious. My breathing grew a bit heavy, pressing my lips into a thin line.
"Like...?"
His long and thick eyelashes fluttered. "Like... tainting you with a different color."
Silence. I looked at him, parting my lips, but my voice was gone. I knew what he meant by that, but why did he suddenly think of that after spending so much time with me? Did it have something to do with sleeping on the same bed?
"Will you forgive me?" he repeated the question with his brows arching.
"Well..." I averted my eyes and pondered about it quickly. "... maybe?"
"Don't." This time, my brows rose at his quick reply. "If I succumbed to my instincts and forced myself into you, no matter what reason, you shouldn't forgive me."
"Why?"
