The beating of his disrupted heart was lightly transmitted through her hand that had been led by him to rest on his chest.
A bewildered flutter of her lids was all it took for a secret answer to be told.
'If you are so fixated on doing it... Then don't say what you will do...!'
More blush invaded her as the thought crossed her mind. His restless fingers kept trying to get more grasp of her, pulling on her, ignorant of where to slide to make the best out of their closing distance.
"... Remember..." — The Crown Prince mumbled as he leaned. — "Do not forget that... This is not to be counted... This tangling won't count."
'... Really?... But...'
— If I'm not to forget it... What will I do with myself after this? —
Drowsy by the teasing pause, her soul asked itself.
