"N—no, I'm just—," Lila paused. It's not like she doesn't trust him. It's more like this job came at unexpected notice. Why wouldn't she trust him? As these questions ran through her mind, she felt Haruka's hands on her clothing. Lila blushed, what is he doing? Isn't he angry? Is he going to have angry sex with her?
Whenever Haruka remotely touched her or get close, she would always instinctively shiver at his touch even now as he removed the last layer of her clothes.
"Your injured," Haruka trailed off, "You, I don't want you going off on your own anymore."
Lila recalled her injury and tried to cover it up with her hands. But Haruka had seen it already, so that's why. Haruka can tell when she is injured? Then again, she was limping on the way up. He probably saw from the window. She took a deep breath, "Normally, it isn't like this; tonight I just got distracted."
If she tells him she was thinking about him. Haruka would surely blame himself.
