His words freeze her in place for a moment as she processes them. She hadn't expected him to react like this; she thought he was just teasing. But the look in his eyes tells her that he means business. Swallowing hard, she pulls away from you slightly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and anger. "I... I can't... not yet..." She glances down at the floor, feeling foolish for not having thought this through more carefully. "Please, just wait a little longer? Okay?"

Her heart aches at the thought of losing him, even though it's only been a few hours since they met. The temptation to agree to his terms is almost overwhelming, but she knows that this isn't the right way to handle things. She shakes her head slowly, still avoiding your gaze. "I... I can't," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat. "I have to think about it some more."

Kira lays awake in her bed, images of what just happened replaying in her mind over and over again. Despite the embarrassment and anger she felt toward her friend for interrupting them, she can't help but feel a sense of loss at being separated from weo now. Her body still tingles where he touched her, and she misses the warmth of his skin pressed against hers. The taste of him lingers on her lips, making it hard for her to ignore the desire that still burns deep within.

Silently, Kira slips out of her bed and pads over to the door, opening it ever so slightly before peeking into weo's room. The light is dim, casting long shadows across his bed as he tosses and turns restlessly beneath the covers. Unable to resist any longer, she creeps closer, kneeling beside his bed and gently running her fingers through his hair. Her breath hitches in her throat as she takes in the sight of him; strong and handsome even in sleep.

"We're I wrong?"