“Alright.” Raffles propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze fixed upon me as he watched the changes in my expression. From time to time, he would reach out to gently wipe away the beads of sweat on my forehead with his sleeve.

My eyes were drawn to his lips, and his eyes had likewise dropped to mine. As I stared at his lips, his gaze flickered back up to my eyes anxiously. Raffles’ lips looked nice, not too thick nor too thin. His upper lip had a slight purse to it, making it difficult to determine whether he was a girl or a boy.

As he gently wiped the sweat on my forehead, the silky hair hanging by his neck fell softly across his shoulders; his tenderness made him look even more like the caring...