My cheeks suddenly turned tomato red, yet his finger gently trailed along my face. "Master, you said Thyrian was your favourite… what about me?" Hearing his words, I stared with slight confusion. To me, they were all the same.
"I love you guys equally, Veyra, and I love you just as much as Thyrian," I replied, but he didn't seem to like that answer.
"Hm," he hummed and walked closer, making me gasp. There was no space left between us, and I felt my legs tremble. "Let me wash your hair, Master," he whispered softly and reached for the back of my hair, gently ruffling and squeezing. I had no clue where he got shampoo, but it smelled nice. The bubbles wrapped around my hair, and I couldn't help but squirm softly… My gaze flickered to his bare chest and I bit down on my lower lip. I really wanted to peck his chest and maybe touch those nipples of his… I wondered how he would react.
