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Romeo spoke.

"What a pervert!" I muttered under my breath, as the corners of my mouth curled upwards.

Something in me told me he would say something and he talked.

My plan to make him speak worked. It felt like I've already achieved a lot. Well, it was worth an achievement.

I chewed on my bottom lip. I suddenly felt shy with the way he was staring intensely at me. His bright green eyes were digging holes into my body. I hope he wasn't expecting me to strip. I was just messing around with him, I didn't mean what I said.

"Romeo," I said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "I am sorry."

Romeo didn't say anything, his eyes were still piercing into mine. I knew he was paying attention to my words, he just chose not to reply.

I didn't know what to do. Should I strip? He might even decide not to say anything, even after I strip. That would be a useless plan.

My lips began to tremble."Romeo, please respond," I pleaded.

My hands tightened into fists. If this was a torture or punishment, h