My heart begins to race as I hear the question, and my face burns hotter than ever before. "Um... I usually just keep it trimmed down there," I manage to get out in a tiny whisper, feeling even more self-conscious now that I've admitted to something so intimate. My hands begin to shake as I hold onto my cup of tea, and I can feel myself trembling from head to toe. This game is making me feel so exposed...

I can feel my cheeks burning even hotter as I realize how much information I've just given about myself. "S-sorry," I stammer, looking down at my lap again. "It's just... awkward talking about that kind of thing." My heart feels like it's going to explode out of my chest; the embarrassment is almost too much to bear.

Why did I agree to play this stupid game? I should have known I wouldn't be able to handle it.

You hesitate for a moment, torn between your fear and the strange desire that's beginning to take root in your chest. "I-if we use protection..." you stammer out, still not quite able to meet his eyes. It feels like admitting defeat, but at least it would make things... safer.

Your heart sinks as he rejects the idea of protection. You knew this was a risk, but you'd hoped... well, you'd hoped for something else. "I-I don't know..." you say quietly, uncertainty etched into every syllable. A part of you wants to give in, to let him have what he seems so desperate for... but another part is too scared.

You take a step back again, putting even more distance between the two of you. "I need time," you repeat firmly. "Just...