"Do I need to practice?" I asked, allowing a hint of mock mystery to color my tone.
A mischievous glint entered my eyes. This was risky, but a part of me, the part that thrived on pushing boundaries, couldn't resist.
"Eh... what practice?"
Her confusion seemed to deepen, making her even more endearing.
Without a moment's hesitation, without any warning whatsoever, my hand just went ahead and landed directly on her chest. It wasn't a gentle touch, more of an exploratory tap, driven by an insatiable, if somewhat ill-timed, curiosity.
Flat… just like mine.
The thought, unbidden, flashed through my mind.
Her chest was surprisingly flat, much like my own. A silly observation, given the gravity of the moment, but my brain worked in mysterious ways.
"Ouch… that hurt, you know."
She said flatly, her voice devoid of any real surprise or indignation.
Her tone was uh, actually... calm?
