I exhaled loudly.
A playful glint danced in his golden eyes, and a sly smirk curled on his lips as if he found endless amusement in our exchange. The air between us crackled with an unspoken tension, drawing me in closer. "Roman... would I regret it?" I questioned, my voice barely above a whisper as I searched his piercing gaze for answers.
His expression shifted slightly, and I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as I continued. "If... if I let you, will I regret it?" My heart raced, each beat echoing my anxiety.
"What do you think?" he replied, raising his eyebrows in a way that made him look both playful and serious at once. For a fleeting moment, the lightness in his demeanor vanished, replaced by an earnest concern. I could tell he was weighing my youthful naivety, and I braced myself, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.
