Edmund reached for her head, perhaps intending to pat it or simply brush her hair, but he stopped midway.
Primrose finally noticed that the Lycan King always hesitated whenever he wanted to touch her. Every time he reached out, he would pull his hand back at the last second, like he was afraid of crossing a line.
"Are you satisfied with that kiss?" Primrose asked shyly. She suddenly found the ground beneath her feet much more interesting than looking at his face.
Edmund hummed. "That was more than enough for me."
[No, that kiss wasn't enough! But if I kiss her lips, what if she thinks I'm a pervert?]
Honestly, even without kissing her lips, Primrose already knew he was a pervert.
[Actually, I just don't want to make her uncomfortable.]
[Our first night was an obligation, but after that … I have to take things slow, or she'll end up hating me.]
