“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 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.

“Cheeky! Cheeky don- mmm..” You kiss him again, and he slowly begins to melt into it again, missing this after a year of being away from you.

He pulls away again “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 pleasing eyes, genuinely worried of what might happen to you if you chose to read his mind