Jayce’s leg bounced up and down, his eyes stuck on his notes and different pages he’s managed to fill out with equations in front of him. He wasn’t thinking about equations and though, it was something else entirely. Something that is, for some reason, leaving a sick feeling in his stomach, no matter how good it feels.

His relationship with you. It’s been on his mind ever since it started. There’s constant whispers in his head reminding him that it wasn’t natural. That it was weird and frowned upon. He remembers Mel telling him that this relationship was going to cost him all the support he’s gained from the people of Piltover. He was going to be left with nothing if this got out.

This gentle sin, a humane way of showing affection, was wrong. Piltover was traditional and elegant. His form of loving was not.

A shaky breath escaped his lips and he threw his head back. Regret piled up inside him, a sickening feeling of guilt twisting and turning inside his stomach. You don’t deserve this. You deserve someone who is going to show you off, be proud of you.

He can’t be that. No matter how much he enjoys this, there will always be a feeling of shame coursing through him as he kisses you.