To forget.
That was why he came.
Then, without warning, something warm pressed against his lips.
Malvis's hand gripped Morin's waist, another tilted his chin—and before he could even react, Malvis's lips were on his.
Morin's heart pounded wildly.
That alluring scent from before surrounded him, and his body grew oddly hot.
The kiss, slightly rough, sent his thoughts spiraling again.
"Ff…"
He shuddered, exhaling through his nose.
Even a kiss that brief left him trembling.
It stirred something inside him—a longing to cling to that warmth.
But even as tears streamed down his cheeks, Morin struck Malvis across the face.
"What the hell are you doing!?"
He didn't understand Malvis.
What was that supposed to mean?
If it was just comfort, he didn't want it.
If it was pity—he wanted it even less!
When he glared at him, Malvis looked heartbroken.
That look made Morin's chest ache all over again.
"You looked so sad…"
"…I don't want your pity."
