The narrow single bed gave a soft creak.
They were mere inches apart, their breaths mingling.
Every muscle in Yuan Su's body tensed. The veins in his arms rose slightly with the effort of holding himself back, and two dark flames seemed to surge in his usually fathomless eyes as he stared straight at the girl beneath him.
Pu Yu froze too.
She had only acted on a wounded impulse, without thinking it through.
But now...
The young man's presence was intensely aggressive.
His masculine scent was sharp yet scorching.
Her cheeks instantly felt as though they were on fire, the redness spreading all the way to her ears. Her heart raced wildly, but she still forced herself to meet his gaze.
"...Pu Yu."
Yuan Su's voice was terribly hoarse, with an edge of danger. "...Do you really not understand, or are you pretending?"
Pu Yu's heart was racing. She might have been naive before, but after starting college, her conversations with roommates who were dating occasionally strayed into embarrassing territory. After hearing enough, she had come to understand it all, whether she wanted to or not.
Pu Yu bit her lip, but still stubbornly held him tight.
"I trust you," she said.
Deep helplessness and unreadable emotions churned in the young man's eyes.
He stared her down, his Adam's apple bobbing sharply.
"Trust me to do what?"
Do you trust me not to feel anything when I'm this close to you? Trust me to be some perfect gentleman who can hold you without being tempted? Trust me to have nothing but innocent thoughts of protecting you? Trust that I don't want to touch you, hold you, kiss you, or do anything more?
Ashamed, he cursed himself inwardly.
That wasn't how it was.
Pu Yu pressed her lips together and