Chapter 60
Felix hated him.
He always had. But now, more than ever before, Abel was certain Felix hated him more deeply than he ever had.
And Abel was becoming acutely aware of that hatred every time they shared the closest, most intimate kind of contact.
Ah.
A small moan escaped him as Felix’s tongue scraped against the roof of his mouth, but it vanished beneath the wet sounds of mingling saliva.
Desperate for air, Abel gave Felix’s shoulder a light shove.
Tap.
Felix didn’t move back. If anything, he pressed their lips together even more forcefully, rubbing their tongues together with deliberate intensity.
Was Felix simply getting carried away by the kiss?
No. It was closer to tormenting Abel until he nearly suffocated.
‘Ah, it’s because I’m bad at kissing.’
That was what Felix had said the first time Abel nearly ran out of breath.
The difference in lung capacity between Felix, a knight, and Abel, who never exercised beyond the occasional leisurely walk, was enormous.
Meaning there wasn’t even time to notice the ticklish brush of their noses whenever they tilted their heads.
Only when Abel was on the verge of passing out did Felix finally pull away, separating their tightly locked lips.
Roughly wiping away the saliva left behind by their deep kiss with the back of his hand, Felix stepped back.
Watching him, Abel hurriedly dragged air into his lungs.
Then, before Felix could speak, Abel swallowed another desperate breath and apologized.
“Haa… I’m sorry.”
However, the answer he received was the same as always.
“What score would you give me today?”
Just how many times had they repeated this exchange now?
Don’t tell me he’s going to keep this up until I give him a score.
But answering seemed like it would only create another problem.
Watching the icy blue of Felix’s eyes gradually settle into calm as they stared unblinkingly at him, Abel had no choice but to speak.
“You’re the only person I’ve ever kissed, so I don’t really have any basis for scoring you.”
Conversations like this were the only times Felix would talk to him anymore.
“Then kiss someone else and give me your answer afterward.”
Abel’s gaze traced the crooked smile tugging at the corners of Felix’s lips before he apologized once again.
“I was wrong. I’m sorry.”
But Felix gave no response to the apology.
Instead, he simply smiled again—that perfectly beautiful, picture-like smile.
Today’s conversation was over.
Though Felix probably wouldn’t even count it as a conversation.
A week had passed since they had begun sharing kisses like this.
Abel still hadn’t been forgiven, and Felix showed no sign of ever intending to forgive him.
Even so, Abel never grew tired of apologizing whenever he found the slightest opportunity, even if Felix never reacted.
The moment Felix put on that gentle smile, as though sealing away all his emotions, nothing Abel said afterward would draw a response.
And, as always, Felix would surely leave the room.
But just as Abel thought Felix was about to walk out immediately, Felix spoke first.
“Would you prefer morning tomorrow? Or evening?”
…Hm?
When Abel merely looked at Felix, unable to understand the question, Felix answered with a faint smile.
“Tomorrow is my day off.”
Ah. Was it?
He had no idea.
How was Abel supposed to know how often priests or holy knights got days off?
It wasn’t something he’d ever cared about, and those around him, knowing him well enough, had never bothered reporting such matters.
Still, there was no way Felix would lie about something like this.
If he said tomorrow was his day off, then it truly was.
Felix asked again.
“Morning? Or evening?”
Lately, unless it was official business, every conversation Felix initiated with Abel had been about kissing.
Which meant that abrupt question was probably about tomorrow’s kiss as well.
“If it’s your day off, then don’t come in. Get some proper rest.”
Still catching his breath, Abel answered.
The time he could hold his breath seemed to be getting shorter and shorter.
That meant not only that Felix’s anger was growing deeper, but also that Felix was testing the limits of Abel’s endurance.
‘At this rate, I might pass out someday.’
If Felix misjudged it by even a little, it could become a serious problem.
If rumors spread that Abel had lost consciousness while kissing Felix, the one who would truly be put in an awkward position would be Felix.
That wouldn’t merely end as a rumor.
It was serious enough that Felix could even be punished for the crime of injuring the Herald of God.
So Abel needed to put an end to this particular form of spite.
The problem was that every time Felix cut off his breath and those blue eyes rippled with malice, Abel only found him more lovable.
‘When it gets truly dangerous, that’s when I’ll stop him.’
For now, it only felt as though his lungs might burst.
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