My heart raced as if it would burst.

I had never felt such tension before or after this moment.

“…Ken.”

On the plush bedding spread across the tent floor.

Rafne, with her red hair scattered, looked at me with sultry eyes.

Her face also showed signs of nervousness.

With flushed cheeks and lips dampened by the kiss a moment ago, Rafne gently grabbed my arm, which was resting on her.

‘Don’t hesitate any longer…’

I told myself.

To the part of me that had been avoiding her, who had been asking for a hug all this time, like a coward.