Rise sat on the glass table; his legs were spread, and almost between them was Kamille, sitting on the couch before him. In this position, he seemed in a superior position, slightly looking down at Kamille.
There was an odd atmosphere that pervaded them; no one had the time to explore, though.
Instead, Rise gave a sweet smile yet again, almost dazzling Kamille, who was looking at him. As if being swept by the ambiguous atmosphere, Rise reached out, and his hand lingered once more and landed at Kamille's chin, lifting it a bit.
Slowly, he released his guide wavelength, invading the other with his gentle yet intoxicating energy.
"I get it now," Rise whispered, biting his lips.
Kamille's throat moved; the wavelength that once again met his, was leaving him almost out of his mind. Especially since Rise appeared not to have any intention of increasing the intensity for a while.
