Andrey could only stay silent, staring at Lisa with wide eyes. Her soft invitation hung in the air between them, making his heart pound even harder.
Lisa noticed his silence. A small, shy smile appeared on her flushed face as she slowly crawled closer to him on the bed. She reached out, placing her small hand gently on his chest, right over his heart.
She could feel it — the rapid, heavy thumping beneath her palm.
Lisa looked up, her cute face inches from his, eyes locking with his.
"…Do you not want to…?" she whispered, voice soft and vulnerable.
Andrey's breath caught. Seeing her like this — completely naked, flushed, and looking at him with such innocent desire — made something inside him snap. He was losing control.
"It's not that, Lisa…" he finally managed, his voice low and strained. "It's just… we're doing this as partners. We're only doing it because the system forces us to. You're not thinking clearly right now. You'll regret it later."
