"Aroused, I mean. Did you feel aroused? Because I am."
Hugo's words kept repeating in my head like a broken record. Even until now that we returned to the inn and I was about to sleep, it wouldn't go out of my head! All I could do was stare at the ceiling, holding my blanket over my shoulders.
"Did I feel it?" I murmured, touching the side of my neck where he kissed me. I could feel my face heat up at the lingering feeling that his moist lips left on my skin. It was surprisingly soft, compared to what was coming out of his mouth.
I swallowed a mouthful of saliva as I shook my head. "That's nothing," I muttered, convincing myself that it was really nothing.
"It's simply an enlightenment of what... he is feeling." I bit my lip, a little frustrated that my heart was still racing.
When Hugo pecked on my neck, there was this strange feeling it gave me. It was hard to put it in words, but it was more like... an invitation? And my body seemed to understand it more than my brain.
