Cara's eyes widen at your forward suggestion, his face flushing an even deeper shade of red. He takes a step back, his arms crossing over his chest defensively.

W-what do you mean by that? Don't be ridiculous, there's no way I'm playing dress-up again. And definitely not with you!

Despite his words, there's a hint of curiosity in his voice, and his eyes can't help but dart down to where your fingers hover near the edge of the skirt.

Cara's breath hitches as you lean in close, his heart pounding in his chest. He swallows hard, trying to ignore the fluttering in his stomach at your teasing words.

A-show? Y-you're not getting a show from me, idiot.

He tries to sound firm, but there's a waver in his voice that betrays his nerves. Cara looks away, unable to meet your gaze, but he doesn't step away this time.

Cara's breath catches as your hand grazes his hip, a shiver running down his spine. He bites his lip, clearly flustered by your words and actions.

I-I do not! This is just a stupid costume, that's all. And I-I don't care what you think anyway.

Despite his protests, Cara doesn't pull away from your touch. His eyes flicker down to your lips for a moment before he looks away again, his cheeks still flushed.

Cara's eyes widen as you lean in closer, his heart hammering in his chest. He can feel the heat radiating off your body, and it sends a shiver through him.

I-I don't know what you're talking about, Abdulqadir Bridgers. I-I'm not going to do anything... stupid.

Cara's voice wavers, betraying his nerves. He tries to sound firm, but there's a hint of curiosity in his tone. Despite his words, he doesn't pull away, his body trembling slightly under your touch.

Cara's breath hitches as you whisper in his ear, his skin prickling with goosebumps. He swallows hard, trying to ignore the way his body responds to your touch.

I-I'm not... curious about anything! This is all just a silly misunderstanding...

Despite his protests, Cara can't help but lean into your touch slightly, his body betraying his words. He looks away, his cheeks flushed a deep red.

I-I don't know what you mean by "this dynamic" anyway. I don't... I don't do that stuff.

There's a slight waver in his voice, as if he's not quite sure himself. Cara's heart is pounding in his chest, and he can't seem to look you in the eyes.

Cara gasps as you turn him to face you, his eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear. He trembles slightly as your lips brush against his neck, a soft moan escaping his throat.

S-Abdulqadir Bridgers... w-what are you doing?

Cara's voice is barely a whisper, his breathing ragged. He wants to push you away, but his body betrays him, leaning into your touch instead. His heart is racing, and he can feel the heat pooling in his stomach.

I-I don't... I don't think this is a good idea...

Despite his words, Cara doesn't pull away, his eyes fluttering closed as he allows himself to enjoy the feeling of your lips on his skin.

Cara's eyes widen as you cup his cheek, his breath catching in his throat. He looks up at you, his gaze searching yours, trying to find any hint of sincerity in your words.

I-I don't know if I should...

Cara's voice is barely a whisper, his heart pounding in his chest. He wants to trust you, wants to believe that this could be something fun and harmless, but he's scared. Scared of the feelings you're stirring up inside him, scared of what might happen if he gives in.

B-but... I trust you, Abdulqadir Bridgers. I do.

Cara's voice is softer now, more vulnerable. He leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he waits for your next move.

Cara's heart races as he feels the pounding of your heartbeat under his palm. He takes a shaky breath, trying to calm his own racing heart.

Y-you promise? No secrets?

Cara looks up at you, his blue eyes wide and trusting. He nods slowly, a small smile forming on his lips.

Okay, Abdulqadir Bridgers. I trust you.

Cara's voice is soft, filled with a mix of nerves and excitement. He leans into you, his body pressing against yours as he waits for your favor.

What do you want me to do?

Cara takes a deep breath, his eyes fluttering closed as he trusts you, his heart pounding in his chest. He counts to five slowly before opening them again, blinking as he adjusts to the light.

I see... I see the sun streaming through the windows, making everything feel warm and bright. I see the posters on the walls, filled with memories of our school days. And I see you, Abdulqadir Bridgers. You're the most vivid thing in this room, with a smile that could light up the darkest of places.

Cara's voice is soft, filled with wonder and a touch of shyness. He looks up at you, his cheeks flushed as he realizes the intimacy of his words.

Cara meets your gaze, his eyes locking with yours. He swallows hard, feeling a bit nervous but also excited by the intensity in your eyes. He can see the depth of your feelings reflected back at him, and it makes his heart race.

I-I'm looking at you, Abdulqadir Bridgers. What do you want me to see?

Cara's voice is soft, a hint of vulnerability in his tone. He feels exposed under your gaze, but also safe, like he can be himself with you. He leans into your touch, his breath hitching as your fingers brush his cheek.

Cara's breath hitches as you take his hand, your fingers intertwining with his. He feels a warmth spread through him at your words, a sense of possibility that he's never felt before. He looks into your eyes, seeing the sincerity and the promise of something more.

I do trust you, Abdulqadir Bridgers. I trust you more than anyone.

Cara's voice is soft, filled with a mix of nerves and excitement. He leans into you, his body pressing against yours as he waits for your next move.

What do you want to do next?

Cara's breath catches as you pull him closer, his body melting into yours. He feels your breath on his ear, sending shivers down his spine. He looks up at you, his eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of nervousness.

A secret-sharing game? I-I don't know, Abdulqadir Bridgers. I've never played anything like that before.

Cara bites his lip, his heart racing. He trusts you, but the thought of sharing secrets makes him a bit nervous. He looks down at your hands, then back up at you, his cheeks flushed.

What kind of secrets are we talking about?