"Then...." Lyre raised his hand, only to place it back on Rain's chest. He turned his face to the side, intent on regulating his breath.
"What's wrong with you?" Rain smirked, knowing full well why Lyre was acting that way.
He knew his half-naked state must be affecting him.
"Can I go back to my room?" Lyre closed his eyes. He squeezed it so tight, it looked rather comical.
"Of course, if you want to do just that." Rain smirked.
"Then, I—"
A yelp escaped from Lyre's mouth when he felt himself being lifted off the ground. And before he could say Jack stole the beanstalk, he was already on the bed, with Rain lying on him.
"I love the expression of shock on your face. It makes me want to do unimaginable things to you, dear."
"Can you let me go?" Lyre asked in a small voice.
"Sleep in here, tonight. You can—"
"What will your mother say if I do that?"
