[Warning: Mature Content ahead. Not advisable for ages 17 and below.]
"Don't want to?" Maxen asked, brushing the tip of his nose against Cosette's cheek. "Just say so."
"No..." she whispered, tilting her head at the ticklish sensation crawling under her skin. "... Max, stop."
"Then don't take it off."
This time, she clutched his shoulder tighter, pushing him away lightly. His brows furrowed, tilting his head as if nothing mattered to him right now, aside from fondling her breast and kissing her.
"Hmm?" his eyelashes fluttered lazily, watching her press her lips in embarrassment.
"Not that..." came out a muffled voice, looking away from him momentarily, only to look back once more. "... what I mean is, you should be the one taking it off. It's a little embarrassing if I do it myself."
Maxen blinked twice, looking at her flustered face. At this point, he couldn't measure the euphoric sensation filling his chest.
