[ He shifts back, but only for his personal comfort. There's not much between them; just a towel, his and hers, and a damp one at that. But he doesn't let her think much either, returning the embrace lightly, breathing in the scent of her hair.
But she thwarts him, pressing closer, and he nearly groans. Conflicting thoughts, conflicting needs. And then there was Saya. Tugging her closer, he wryly looks at their reflection in the mirror. There were no masks to hide behind here. ]
I should have waited.
[ he had to break the silence, or else risk more of his will crumbling. ]