It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 85
Thinking that everything was going smoothly had been a premature judgment.
“…That…”
I hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“I said it because I wanted to reassure my brother… But did that upset you?”
“No, of course not.”
Since the dress was quite revealing, I doubted I would wear it again, but hearing it tear still made my heart ache.
It must have been an incredibly expensive piece.
“But at that moment… I found myself wishing it wasn’t a lie.”
I could feel the loosened fabric slipping down my body.
“The words that you love me… that we had already crossed the line… I suddenly wanted to make them real.”
As I hastily grasped at my dress, his hand gently covered mine.
“I know I’m being excessive, but I can’t stop myself. I keep thinking about your words, even though I know they were false. Over and over again. It’s pathetic, isn’t it?”
I wanted to turn around.
I wanted to see his face, his expression as he confessed this.
Warmth brushed against the space between my shoulder and neck.
It was Lionel’s lips.
“…Please, tell me to leave.”
His whisper was desperate.
“If you don’t, I really don’t think I can stop at just a kiss tonight.”
Lionel must have had some idea.
The moment I accepted his offer to help me undress, my true intentions had been clear.
Yet he asked me again. Not because he doubted my answer, but because he needed confirmation.
Because if he started, he had no intention of stopping halfway.
‘Isn’t this a little too fast?’
The thought briefly crossed my mind. But at the same time…
‘Does it matter?’
My heart was pounding wildly.
I didn’t want to lose this moment. If I pushed him away now, I knew the next step forward would be far more hesitant, far more uncertain.
I wasn’t brave enough to reach for him first, so I wanted to grab onto him now, before he pulled away.
“Lionel, I’ve never been close to any man outside of my family.”
I whispered softly.
“So I don’t really understand what love is supposed to feel like. I never even had a childish first love.”
Lionel held his breath, silently listening to me.
“But even so… I don’t want to let you go. Is that too irresponsible? Too reckless?”
I liked the way he intertwined our arms.
I liked kissing him, and I liked being held against his broad chest.
I felt excited when he called my name, and I felt happy that I could call his name.
Every step we took closer, I had never once disliked it. I only felt regret when it ended, anticipation for the next.
So I didn’t want to hesitate.
I released my grip. The dress slipped off my body, pooling at my feet with a soft thud.
“…I’ll do my best to make sure you won’t regret this.”
Lionel’s voice trembled ever so slightly. Was he as nervous as I was?
I turned to face him.
Unlike me, standing in nothing but undergarments, Lionel’s clothes were still neatly in place, not even his collar was disheveled. And yet, it was his ears, his neck that were flushed red.
Seeing his face, his eyes, his expression, I couldn’t help but smile.
It became clear to me. Lionel wasn’t experienced in this either, and yet, he had been brave enough to take this step.
“I like you too, Lionel.”
Mustering all the courage I could, I whispered my confession.
His smile spread wide across his lips before he leaned in, capturing my mouth with his.
The kiss was hurried, as if he was swallowing me whole.
He tilted his head, kissing me over and over again, before his tongue slipped inside, deepening the kiss in an instant.
Meanwhile, the scraps of fabric still clinging to my body began to fall off one by one.
