“Normally, no. But when I’m healing, I have very little control.”
“Okay, let’s say all of that is true. That still doesn’t explain why you didn’t go to see a healer.” Cecil pulled away from him. Arms crossed, he glared up at Sin. “You should still see one. In fact, you shouldn’t be up!”
“My condition is rare. They wouldn’t have been able to help me.”
“But…” the arcadian trailed off.
“I’m fine now, Cecil.” Sin slipped his jacket off and unbuttoned his dress shirt. Cecil touched and pressed against the pink scars on his chest and shoulder. “See?” Sin said when the man’s hands dropped away. “Please, forgive me, Cecil.”
“I’ll think about it.” The man stuck his bottom lip out.
Sin pulled Cecil onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him. “Forgive me,” he said again, but this time with a smile.
The arcadian stuck his bottom lip out further. “I said I’d think about it.”
“Forgive me, Cecil,” Sin chuckled as he nuzzled the man’s neck.
Cheeks flushing, Cecil snapped, “I know what you’re trying to do, mister, and it is not going to work!”
“Oh?” he asked lightly. “And what am I trying to do?”
“You are trying to butter me up!”
“Mm, I would rather cover you in chocolate.”
“Sin!”
“Forgive me.” Sin nipped at Cecil’s chin.
The corners of Cecil’s mouth started to twitch. With victory in sight, it was time for drastic measures. Sin tickled Cecil’s sides.
Cecil let out an undignified squeal. Squirming, he burst into a fit of giggles as he struggled to escape Sin's grasp. The bastard was not playing fair!
Cecil was out of breath by the time Sin stopped his tickle assault. “You are such a cheater!” he gasped, before giving Sin’s shoulder a smack.
With a smug grin on his face, Sin poked his nose. “Forgive me.”
“Fine!” Cecil huffed.
“Accompany me tonight.”
“Accompany? Like a date?”
“Yes.”
Pursing his lips, he pretended to think about it before saying, “Okay…” Cecil peered pointedly at the bag. “What did you get me?”
Sin handed it over. “I hope they are to your taste.”
The medium-size bag had a bit of weight to it. Looking inside, he snorted, “I would have preferred chocolates.” Cecil pulled out a teal turtleneck, a black blazer, black jeans, and a pair of brown, tied ankle boots.
Not bad, he could see himself wearing the stuff.
“I will keep that in mind the next time you are mad at me,” Sin said with a smile that Cecil found both irritating and beautiful.
“Am I to assume that you want me to wear this on our date?”
“I would love to see you in the outfit. However, the choice is yours.”
