Lucan was pushed back away from him, and Lior stood up, his chest revealed under the light. Lucan found himself helplessly drawn to it, his eyes blankly fixated.
Lior was, at first, confused by his sudden silence and stillness. Then he noticed where Lucan's gaze had landed—on his chest. His eyes were clearly preoccupied with something. Lior traced the line of sight... his perking nipples... and his brows furrowed deeply.
What is wrong with Lucan? he asked himself in confusion as he tried to make sense of it. Wait...
His brain tingled. Thoughts began forming, fragments linking into something coherent. Lucan has been telling me to come to the pleasure house to meet him... and before that, he even assisted me at the disciplinary hall just so I wouldn't get punished... so what could the catch be?
His eyes widened as the realization settled in, and he muttered, "Wait... Don't tell me that you also like me?"
