Do you want to... or don't want to. Aiden grasped the corner of the scarf tightly, trying to lift it.
The white light that squeezed in through the tiny gaps in the bath towel completely enveloped his vision, and the warmth and the hazy smell lingering on his nose completely captured all his senses.
What kind of shower gel does it smell like? This question just popped up but was forgotten in the next breath.
The fingers subconsciously exerted force, and this feeling of being completely controlled made Aiden's heart feel unsteady, floating in the air, waiting for the other party to give him all the decisions.
He opened his mouth under the towel, but couldn't utter a word.
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