"Have you forgotten how we prepared before?" Xavier asked, his tone casual, but his eyes glinted like he already knew the answer.
Meanwhile, Luca froze under the quilt. The warmth in his cheeks deepened as memories, blurry and scattered yet far too vivid in certain places, flashed back all at once.
Oh, he remembered.
How could he not?
However, he could not really be too specific. Not because he did not want to, but because his mind back then had been nothing more than a warm, dizzy mush.
There was no way he could've remembered every single caress when he'd been too preoccupied trying to stay inside his body.
His lips pressed together in a tight line. "…No. I remember."
"Good." Xavier's mouth curved in faint satisfaction, though the softness in his gaze kept it from feeling like a trap. "Then, in that case, I believe you know why we need to do it again. I do not want you to get hurt."
Luca's ears burned.
