I know," Han whispered, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your skin. "And that's okay. We'll take it slow, alright? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." His lips found your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Han raised an eyebrow at your confession, his eyes holding a mix of surprise and amusement. "And you think I'd hold that against you?" He asked, his voice low and soothing. "I assure you, I'll be patient and gentle.