The lights in the private room were off, with only the neon glow of the outside world reflected in the windows.
In the dimness, Roman chuckled.
"I told you a long time ago, Lu Mi. Whenever you get nervous, your brain stops working."
"Who's nervous? I'm not nervous. What's there to be nervous about?"
After rattling all that off in one breath, Lu Mi silently admitted to himself that he was, in fact, nervous. Then he took a few deep breaths, believing he was being discreet.
Roman was in no hurry and gave him a little time to calm down.
Once he had settled down a little, Lu Mi remembered.
Back in the elevator, Roman had said they could kiss. They could kiss once he took off his mask.
According to the curse inscribed on the stone tablet, he only needed to keep anyone from seeing his face.
Which meant...
Lu Mi had figured it out again.
Roman seemed to have been watching him all along, deducing his thoughts from the subtle shifts in his expression.
Riiip-
He tore a strip of black cloth from his clothes.
"Come here."
"I have to kiss you."
The black strip covered Lu Mi's eyes.
The mask came undone with a click.
A hand cradled the back of his head.
Lu Mi suddenly raised a hand in front of his face. "Wait!"
"..." Roman froze for a moment, then softened his voice.
"Is this not okay?"
"Let me first..." Lu Mi reached out blindly and pressed his hand to Roman's face. "Feel your face."
Who wouldn't be curious about what their lover looked like?
"All right." Roman laid his hand over Lu Mi's, guiding him through territory that had gone unexplored for who knew how long.
Lu Mi felt carefully, offering commentary as he