Days of yore

"Your Majesty, will you really let me hold my breath until I suffocate to death?"

Aries looked up, holding her breath for several seconds now. And yet, the culprit of why she was doing that was feigning innocence while pretending to sleep.

"Darling, it's not me who told you to hold your breath. Don't blame your death on me," came out an indifferent answer while opening his eyes slowly. "That's not fair."

Hearing his shameless reply, she finally breathed out. Who told her that every time she breathed, she was seducing him? Aries was simply proving her point, although it was pointless.

"Do you hate it?" her brows rose, eyes moving back up at him. "The sheer thought of copulation with me. Would you rather suffocate yourself to death just to avoid that?"

For a second, Aries held her breath. Was she toeing too much on the line? Her eyes scrutinized his expression, reading every slight movement of his eyes.