With his hands pinning hers to the mattress below, his body hovering over hers, chest bare, and his eyes staring deeply into her own, Roka found herself at a loss, torn between the way the current situation made her feel and how she felt she should feel under her newly-conjured, seemingly accepted position of "Best Friend".
Cero, on the other hand, seeing her body exposed so exquisitely and her arms, previously fighting against his grasp, now surrendering, wasn't so torn.
For one reason or another, Roka had somewhat opened up to him. He couldn't tell exactly what had gotten into her tonight or what was going through her mind, but maybe it didn't matter.
He had known for too long what Roka's fantasy looked like, what she wanted, desired, and craved… Too long for this position they ended up in to be simple chance.
She wanted him on top of her. She wanted him to pin her to the mattress. She has wanted it for a while now.
This shouldn't be so difficult.
