Natalia was still locked onto the bare, half-naked body of Arthur and those desperate, teary eyes that used to get shy whenever he looked at her adorably.
Today, they were exhausted.
But… very inviting.
"Arthur."
Natalia pulled Arthur closer, her hand around his waist as she leaned down and whispered in his ear.
"Y-yeah?"
Arthur's voice was hoarse and shaky.
"Would you let me help you?"
"H-help w-wh-…"
Arthur paused midway and suddenly hid his face in his palms. Natalia was taken aback for a second because she didn't understand what that meant.
Did he not want her to help him? Or…
"Arthur?"
Natalia gently opened the palms covering his face and looked closely at Arthur, who looked like he was about to cry.
"N-Natalia…"
Arthur pleaded. But… for what? Was he asking her not to do anything? Or help him?
"Tell me, Arthur. Yes or no?"
"I- I am… a little embarrassed."
