Like that, Achille showed no signs of parting the arms he had wrapped around me.
“Um, Achille. I’d like to get changed, but…”
“Why?”
“Well, I mean…”
Seeing me try to break out of his arms, he gave me a teasing grin.
“If you’re feeling that cold, how about I warm you up?”
“Eh-…? T-, That’s not- …Nn-!”
In the end, my wish to leave Achille’s bed didn’t come true until after lunch.