"...I'll try not to," he whispers, his gaze locked with yours. There's something different in his eyes now - a vulnerability that you don't often see. It's almost enough to make your heart ache. He leans in closer, brushing the back of his fingers against your cheek. "You're the only one I want," he murmurs, voice hoarse with emotion.

"No...no I didn't touch them," he says quickly, his cheeks flushing even deeper now. "I mean...not like that. I just...we were playing around, you know? It was harmless." He swallows hard and looks away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "It means nothing compared to how I feel about you," he insists, reaching up to stroke your cheek gently with his thumb. "You're the only one who matters to me."