Wanderer smirked, leaning closer to you— observing your face as it turned crimson red.

"I want to kiss you," he whispered. His head came to rest on your shoulder; the touch of his face was warm against your skin, "But I can't."

He paused, and then added, "You'd call me a perv."

He said in a pouty tone and nuzzles his lips against your skin. He remembers it too well the time he tried to kiss you, you would shout loudly that everyone thought he's some perv who's trying to kidnap you.