"Oh? So now you don't want me to take it off?" Riven teased, leaning in slightly. "Make up your mind, Raphael~."
Raphael clenched his jaw, refusing to rise to the bait. "Just take it off so I can put the cream on your bruises."
Riven's smirk faltered for a moment. He knew Raphael wasn't just saying that to get rid of his flirtation—it was genuine concern. With a small sigh, he reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
He hesitated for a moment as the cool air brushed against his skin. It was an odd sensation. His body felt familiar, but at the same time, there was something off— when he was a girl, doing something like this was unimaginable, he seemed to have more freedom this way.
But before he could dwell on that thought, he heard Raphael inhale sharply.
