[ She says that so lightly that he already thinks it's serious. He stays silent because he can't protest, he knows that. Whatever otherwise ideals he could've had are no longer within him, so his silence serves as acceptance to her words. ]
No... I don't hate it.
[ Is all he could muster. Seems that he's the only one feeling embarrassment from it, but it can't be helped - it's the inexperience that makes him fidget and shake internally. But he can't say he hates the warmth of her fingers, it's really ... pleasant. ]
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No... I don't hate it.
[ Is all he could muster. Seems that he's the only one feeling embarrassment from it, but it can't be helped - it's the inexperience that makes him fidget and shake internally. But he can't say he hates the warmth of her fingers, it's really ... pleasant. ]