That rough, calloused hand trembled as if even touching him was forbidden.
"Does my body… not make you want me?"
Don't give me that look, Kaelion thought. I'm doing everything I can to seduce you.
This isn't a game.
Can't you see? You're the only one I've ever kissed like this.
He'd played around plenty in the past—but never kissed.
His mother had always told him, "Your first kiss should be for someone special." That custom didn't really exist in this world, but since he was young, he'd quietly treasured the idea.
Of course, Hassan probably didn't understand that.
Still, Kaelion had given him something meaningful—something that mattered deeply to him.
"Hassan. Answer me."
"…Someone like me is far too unworthy."
"What makes you unworthy?"
"You're the Crown Prince. I'm just a personal guard. For someone like me to lay hands on you—it's too much…"
"Then what if I told you I would throw away the title of Crown Prince? Would you touch me then?"
"Don't say such things!"
