Rezo’s expression is nothing short of plaintive when Lioriley withdraws, but he lets her do so and settles both arms around her waist. His mind is spinning with thoughts about pulling down the straps that hold up her skirt, pulling her down onto the bed, moving his hands and mouth down her body lower, and lower… Rezo shivers.

“I’m sorry,” he says. It’s… relatively sincere. He doesn’t regret what they’ve been doing, but at the same time he knows they really shouldn’t be doing this. At least, not here and not now.