Silke crossed his arms tightly over his chest, still pink from the bath—and from something else. "We could just cuddle, you know. With clothes on. Like normal people."
Seram chuckled and patted the bed next to him. "Come here."
After a long pause, Silke sighed dramatically and walked over. "You're enjoying this way too much."
"I enjoy you," Seram corrected gently. He picked up a small satin blindfold and twirled it around one finger. "Though I have to admit… this is new. For both of us."
Silke sat beside him with a hesitant breath. His fingers picked at the hem of the towel. "Must we do this?"
Seram set the blindfold down and leaned closer. "Only if you want to. I mean that."
He searched Silke's eyes, and Silke knew he wasn't teasing anymore.
There was a pause. Then:
"Have you thought of a safe word?" Seram asked.
Silke nodded slowly.
"What is it?"
"…Macaroni."
Seram blinked. "Seriously?"
"You asked," Silke muttered defensively. "It's unique. I won't forget it."
