"Ouch"
Aether winced, his fingers gently rubbing his red cheeks, where a clear handprint was left behind. He let out a small sigh, shaking his head. "Maybe I overdid it there..." he muttered inwardly. Slowly, he walked out of the mansion's garden, his mind clouded with thoughts. He needed air—fresh air—after everything that had just happened.
He knew that kissing her had been pushing it too far, that he should have waited, played his cards right, but... Aether understood one thing—she would never see him as a man unless he made a bold move.
Something undeniable!
Something that would shake her. But to be fair... he didn't even kiss her lips. Just below. Just a few micromillimeters below. It wasn't a real kiss—barely even a touch. Just a fleeting grace of his lips, not even pressed, just barely there.
And yet, it was still a kiss. And it was still wrong.