Yaria's POV 

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"I just feel...somehow. I hadn't planned on letting you see me like this. I'm not yet cut," he said, his gaze averted.

"I did see that," I pointed out with a nod.

And I didn't mind. For someone I loved, being cut or not didn't really matter. What was essential was that he had good hygiene and was healthy. And all I saw was a good-looking and fighting fit pecker, nothing to be mortified about.

"I..." He suspired before continuing, "I'd planned to undergo the procedure after my parents had been punished accordingly.”

“Why?” I asked, a brow lifted.

“I harboured a fear that you'd react negatively...