Xanthea froze, her gaze dropping down as she realized her hand was inside his dark shirt, boldly caressing the firm muscles beneath, while her other hand had wandered to his lower abdomen, inching toward the noticeable bulge.
She quickly withdrew her hand, her face flushing with panic and a tinge of embarrassment, "Now you're still in the mood for jokes? I'm just worried about you; that's all! It's not like I was trying to take advantage of you or anything!"
Worried about him? She cared about him.
Even though he knew it was just concern for a friend, the realization still made his heart skip a beat.
"And what about the other night?"
His sudden mention of the previous night caught Xanthea off guard, and she bit her lip in awkwardness, "T-The other night, you’d fallen asleep, and I was just trying to pull up your covers. Then, accidentally, a chip fell there, and I was just trying to pick it up before you got the wrong idea, but then you woke up just as I touched it."
"Oh?"
Orion’s thin lips curled slightly, his elongated tone clearly skeptical, "And did you eat that potato chip?"
"What?"
It took Xanthea a moment to catch the implication of his words. Realizing what he meant, her fists pounded on his chest like raindrops, "Orion, you jerk, how dare you tease me! After it fell there, how could I possibly eat it?"
To have eaten that chip would have been like indirectly kissing his...
Orion coughed lightly, causing Xanthea to stop instantly, her eyes filled with concern, "Are you alright? Are you still sick? Did I hurt you?"
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