Chapter 4

Just when I thought he would angrily walk away, he grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on his waist.

Me: "?"

The assassin turned his face away and spoke with difficulty.

"Go ahead."

I groped wildly, afraid he would change his mind.

The skin under my hands was smooth yet firm, his muscles clearly defined.

When I touched his side, the assassin's body trembled slightly.

His voice was hoarse: "Slower, it tickles."

I nearly got a nosebleed.