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"Can we... erm." I hesitate when he has already undressed down to his brief.

It was funny two minutes ago when I ate my bread while watching a half naked man stripped his pants off in a sexy, making-it-a-show kinda way but now the atmosphere has changed as he looks at me with concerns.

I stop munching the bread, unconsciously biting my lips to ease down my nervousness, "Can we... erm, pause this for a sec?"

He doesn't say anything but stares at me in confusion, as if asking for an explanation for killing that excitement he had earlier. I can't help but to feel intimidated by the huge bulge he keeps constrained in his underwear.

I try again while he's still kneeling in front of me, "Are you... mad?"

Chuckling with the broadest smile despite the serious expression a second ago, he brings himself next to me and pulls me into a side hug, "You're asking me if I'm mad?"

I nod in all seriousness as bubbles of laughter erupt that I feel like I just asked a stupid question. Was it? Was i