Kisha wasn't entirely wrong; Duke had indeed been planning to sneak in another kiss. However, Kisha was worried that the kiss might lead to a repeat of their steamy night, which she was not in the mood for. Still feeling sore and hoping to avoid being bedridden for the rest of the day, she was keen to prevent anything more from happening.
Seeing Kisha being a little evasive, Duke felt a pang of reluctance in his heart. He didn't want her to avoid his touch, though he understood her reasons. Still, he felt wronged, as he had truly held back the previous night. "Maybe just a little?" he thought.
He shook his head to clear the thoughts swimming in his mind, trying to avoid letting them lead him back into the gutter. He felt as though he'd lost his self-control the moment he tasted bliss, and now didn't seem like the right time for such indulgence. Instead, he focused on dutifully serving the food he had cooked on the bed, as Kisha was still having a hard time moving.
