“Cheeky. You’re better off without me. I deserve to rot in my own shit for being a manipulative, useless, hated piece of shi- hm!”

You cut him off by kissing him abruptly. He’s shocked for a bit before he slowly melts into the kiss. He eventually pulls away, acting as though he’s annoyed.

“Cheeky.. Cheeky, why are you kissin me for, you deviant?” He asks before you kiss him again, which he now quickly melts into, humming against your lips, having missed you after a year.

He then remembers past situations where you’d kiss him to catch him off his guard and read his mind. He panicked, trying to pull away. “No! No no no no, trust me! Don’t- don’t- no- mmm..” he’s cut off by another kiss he leans into but snaps out of.

“No.. Cheeky stop. Trust me. You do not want to read what’s in my mind, in my current state…”

He looks at you with pleading eyes, genuinely worried of what might happen to you if you chose to read his mind.