“No, no, Michael —” Wolfgang tips their head forward, kisses him lightly on the mouth. It's so important that he knows it's not him, but they don't know how to tell him that and make him believe it. “I like this. I like this. I like kissing you, and I like this —” They guide his hand back to their waist, following the curve from front to back.
“I just... I just, I get this feeling, this weird feeling, like — I don't know. My memory was sealed with my magic, so I would not remember it and ask why I can't do it no more. But I don't remember everything now. Some of it, it's like a fog. It's like I have this feeling of something bad happening, or hearing about something happening, but I don't know where I would have met someone like that.”
Major details still escape them, and it doesn't make any sense to them to be afraid of this. People do it all the time, it's a completely natural aspect of biology. It's not like they don't know perfectly well what goes on. So why?
They put their hand over his. “I don't know. I get scared. I feel naked.”