However, his thoughts dissolved as his black eyes met her greens filled with genuine worry rather than any joke—like warmth not of her body but feelings reaching him.
'Why?', Viktor seemed to be drawn to her, not knowing why suddenly, with all his decision to teach her a lesson dissolving just by mere sight.
Just like humans do, they turn towards something that can soothe their doubts and confusion that they can't solve—Viktor's mind was unknowingly pulled towards her.
Mira stumbled back slightly, her hands falling from his body as he faced her. Her green eyes were wide, filled with concern and something else—determination.
She thought she was 'helping' him.
Saving him from some imaginary bisexual crisis.
Viktor grabbed her hand—the one that had been stroking his cock—and brought it up between them. He rubbed her palm gently, his thumb tracing circles on her soft skin.
"I said," Viktor began, his voice low and measured, "that young 'man' you thought was a young man..."
