Raegan's voice wavered, betraying her uncertainty.

Taking such a bold step was unfamiliar to her, and her hand, resting on Mitchel's arm, was rigid with tension.

Mitchel looked at Raegan with an indifferent expression.

“What difference does it make?"

Raegan had overcome her reservations to take this difficult step.

Feeling unnerved by his detached demeanor, she had the impulse to withdraw.

Yet, remembering his resolve to save her, she hesitated.

Determined not to yield, she held his gaze firmly.

"If you truly don't want to see me, I won't show up in front of you anymore."

Raegan's lips, delicate and gentle, lingered close to Mitchel, exuding a subtle, sweet presence.

Mitchel's expression remained stoic, but his hand tightened involuntarily, a warmth spreading through him.

It was a simple kiss from Raegan, unrefined and unpracticed, yet it sparked a deep longing within him to claim her immediately.

As Mitchel recalled the previous night's events, a chill settled in his heart. His words were cold and sharp.

"What about your boyfriend?"

Raegan was momentarily taken aback, unsure of whom he meant.

After a brief pause, understanding lit her face, but before she could clarify, she noticed a mocking smirk playing on his lips.

“Or perhaps you desire both?"

Raegan's breathing grew labored, and a tightness gripped her chest.

Was this how he viewed her? Like a deflated balloon, her courage and resolve swiftly drained away.

Their relationship's complexities couldn't be untangled with mere words.