As much as she didn’t want this to end, her lungs were begging for air. The redhead parted their lips, slowly — reluctantly, even — pulling her hand away from his cheek. Her eyes darted around, looking everywhere but his face. It was an understatement to say that the girl was flushed. “I–I’m really sorry, I just wanted to do that for a while now.” Though, he returned the action. That meant something, right?
Letting out a deep breath that had built up, Attai tilted his head to the side, expression showing no trace of understanding of the situation or what had just happened. “What do you have to apologise for?” Had she done something wrong? Sure, he hadn’t been able to breathe well, but it wasn’t that bad, right? Nothing worth saying sorry for, at least.