SLAM!
Gareth panted the moment he slammed the door behind him, his back pressed firmly against it. His face was as red as an apple, his heart skipping beats that forced him to struggle to catch up with his breathing. He could feel his entire nervous system shaking uncontrollably.
"Pretty?" He clamped a hand over his mouth, reminded of how Lynsandra had looked moments ago.
How could she say he was pretty when it was her who had been glowing like a goddess?
"Goodness." Gareth felt his knees wobble like soft tofu before giving in completely, crouching behind the shut door. He buried his face in his palm, trying desperately to calm himself down.
Pretty.
Again, Lynsandra's alluring voice echoed in his head. His face reddened further, the heat intensifying.
Slowly, he peeked through the gaps of his fingers, pursing his lips.
"That's… that's the first," he whispered. "…someone called me pretty."
Or rather, this was the first time someone had looked at him and made him feel seen.
