In the blink of an eye, Charles's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as he bit down on his lower lip.
"You… you're impossible," he murmured, rolling his eyes at Augustine, though a shy smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Heat crawled up Charles's neck, his body growing inexplicably warm.
He couldn't tell if it was the cool air brushing against his skin—or the effect of Augustine's bold words lingering in the air.
Trying to regain composure, Charles exhaled sharply, forcing himself to focus. "You've been awake all this while?" he asked, his voice barely steady as he tries to change the atmosphere.
Augustine smirked lazily, eyes half-lidded as he nodded. "I have," he purred, his voice low and unapologetically smug.
Slowly, Augustine nestled himself closer, resting his head against Charles's chest as his right hand slid over Charles's stomach in a possessive touch.
