Validia remained still. Her eyes were half-lidded, her breath soft but warm.
Something stirred in her chest—an unfamiliar feeling.
Not fear.
Not shame.
More like... a ticklish delight.
'He's... touching me,' she murmured inside.
'Hi... his hand, mmhh...'
A quiet sigh slipped past her lips.
Nathan's fingers were still resting on her chest.
His movements were slow, but intentional.
Not like someone hesitant—
but more like someone trying to understand something sacred through touch.
Validia tilted her head down slightly,
looking closely at Nathan's face.
His lips.
His heavy-lidded eyes.
And that hand—gently clutching the softest part of her.
A small smile curled on her lips.
"This feels... nice," she whispered, barely audible.
"If it's like this... I want him to keep looking at me.
Keep touching me."
Meanwhile, Nathan muttered inside his own head,
"She's not mad... she's smiling.
Validia... does this mean... she accepts it?"
