The air became more tensed as Zaria's fingered lingered on the last button of Rino's pajama shirt.
Her touch, served as a strong challenge to the walls he thought he did have built around himself.
His breath hitched. His resolve dissolved. He was giving in, or, he had already gave in.
As her hands traveled his chest, he caught her wrist, pulling her closer.
He will go all in, since that's what she wanted. His thumb, brushed delicately against the pulse point beneath her skin.
Zaria's breath now came in ragged gasps, a slight change in her initial composure seeming to boost Rino's morale.
Gently, he cupped her face, tracing the curve of her jawline as if he wanted to feel something... different than what he now felt.
Zaria shut her eyes, fluttered.
Rino leaned in closer, and kissed her again. Slower, deeper, they got drown in the moment.
Zaria kept sliding her hands up Rino's bare chest, her long nails softly grazing his skin.
Rino groaned.
