Prince had never been in touch with someone else's skin contact in a few years even if he has a girlfriend. Right when Aria came, every touch she made sent him goose bumps all over. Every step forward made him stagger back, like someone was pushing him to the wall, waiting to receive a pleasurable punishment.
Aria continued to do that, but Prince retorted first hand, "Stop it."
Her hand froze in midair. Aria stared at him.
Prince regretted it, because the moment she put her palm on his shoulder again, he longed for it.
"We need to go, so stop it. I'll be the one to take care of my sweat." Prince swallowed. Aria retracted back, and didn't even push through to touch her. She wrapped her arms around his neck once again as Prince continued to run.
