Museum Date (2)

Anyway, even if he berated him here, the man wouldn’t immediately pull out the steering wheel and throw it away as Theron suggested.
In fact, he looked like he might not just say it, but actually kindly pull out the steering wheel himself and slam it on the ground, but anyway.
The approaching police officer, seeming to have grasped the situation that had occurred not far away, took the driver away.
The sudden situation was resolved quickly and cleanly.
Nevertheless, Theron didn’t smile as usual, nor did he speak gently.
“Are you still angry?”
At Selene’s words, Theron flinched.
“…It’s not that, I just feel like I lost my composure for a moment in front of you, Miss Selene.”
‘He was worried about that?’
Theron asked, embarrassed.
“Were you surprised…?”
“Yes, enough to mistake you for someone else.”
‘Damn it.’ Theron cursed again.
“I’m not usually like that, but I was just so worried that you were really going to get seriously hurt, Miss Selene.”
“…”
“And personally, I have some bad memories related to car accidents…”
Theron’s eyes were dark as he said that.
His slightly furrowed brow made it seem like he was really recalling a bad memory.
“I’m not blaming you. I was just trying to say that I was surprised you had that side to you, Mr. Cox.”
It was a bit two-faced, but it was a dangerous enough situation to make him seriously angry.
Rather, at Theron’s sincere attitude, Selene re-examined the criticisms she had poured on him.
‘Did I really misunderstand this man?’
That he was a trashy womanizer who had approached her with deceit.
However, Selene didn’t say her inner thoughts and placed her hand on his awkwardly positioned arm.
It was a sign that this matter was over and that he should continue his escort.
Theron, clearing his throat with an awkward face, moved his stopped feet.

There weren’t many people in the art museum.
It was a weekday, and the new paintings weren’t in the currently popular styles of Art Deco or Futurism, so that was probably why.
Selene, believing that any painting would give her new inspiration, viewed each piece with concentration, regardless of the trend.
But Theron didn’t seem to be looking at the paintings properly.
It was evident from his hands, which he restlessly clenched and unclenched, and his wandering gaze.
He seemed somewhat restless, but he wasn’t completely without a calm side.
Although he had folded the parasol, his arm, on which she had placed her hand for comfort, was as rigid as a stone statue.
“Are you bored?”
Selene asked, her gaze fixed on the painting.
Theron had said he came to the art museum often, but this time the paintings might not be to his taste.
“…No.”
Contrary to his answer, he couldn’t concentrate on the paintings even after that.
So, after viewing all the paintings in the first gallery, Selene decided to be considerate of Theron.
“Let’s rest over there for a bit.”
The place she pointed to was a rest area in the art museum.
Selene led Theron to a chair in a corner and sat down.
When she took her hand off his arm and sat side by side with a little distance, Theron’s face finally relaxed.
“It seems walking around the art museum was tiring for you.”
“It’s just… a little hot.”
Theron said that and leaned comfortably against the wall.
As his always-straight body bent languidly, his buttons parted, revealing his rising and falling chest.
Selene’s gaze lingered on that physique for a moment.
Conscious of the hard body, she remembered the large hand that had pulled her strongly in the face of the fast-approaching car.
The impulse came in a flash.
“Mr. Cox.”
“Yes?”
“If you don’t mind, may I borrow your hand for a moment?”
“…My hand, you mean?”
Theron asked back as if he had misheard.
“Yes.”
“It’s not a difficult request, but… I need to know the reason first.”
Theron was wary, as if Selene were some kind of shameless person.
To that, Selene answered without hesitation.
“I want to touch it.”
“…”
“If you don’t want to…”
“I never said I didn’t want to.”
Theron, as if he had never had a wary look in his eyes, immediately grabbed Selene’s hand, which was trying to move away from him.
The one who wanted to touch was Selene, but this looked as if he were touching her.
Selene, who had barely managed to pull her hand out of his strong grip, began to touch Theron’s hand.
The first place her finger touched was the back of his hand.
The prominent knuckles and veins were impressive.
As the tip of her finger lightly brushed over them, Theron took a breath.
Theron, his breath slightly ragged, asked with a furrowed brow, “…But why did you suddenly want to touch my hand?”
“A man’s body is different from a woman’s, so it’s fascinating.”
Selene had no close men around her.
She had a childhood friend, but they were like family, and it was strange to even imagine being this close.
“Is your curiosity about a man’s body an extension of your curiosity about kissing?”
In fact, Selene didn’t know why she suddenly had this curiosity.
She hadn’t thought about it deeply, but it might be as he guessed.
“It’s similar. This seems to be closer to a simpler curiosity, though…”
The next thing Selene started to fiddle with was the palm of Theron’s hand.
She had dry hands, so she always wore gloves to protect them, except when playing the piano.
Perhaps that’s why the sensation of this firm palm was even more unfamiliar.
As the tip of Selene’s finger traced the lines of his palm, Theron’s chest rose and fell a little faster.
Then, finally, when the tip of her finger touched his wrist, the bulging tendon, Theron suddenly grabbed Selene’s hand.
At his action, which felt a little rough, Selene lifted her head.
Only now did she notice that Theron looked as if he were holding back his anger.
“I’m curious as to how long you plan on touching it.”
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable…”
“If you’re uncomfortable, then that’s fine. Hands are attached to everyone, after all.”
Selene really thought so.
A man’s hand could be commonly observed from the servants, even if she had no close male acquaintances, and the shape of a fine male body had already been made into many sculptures.
But just as she tried to break free from his hand, she was caught in the middle.
“Does that mean… you’re going to do this to other people too?”
“This…?”
“This act of groping and touching.”
“Of course, I’d have to get the other person’s consent. But you’re talking as if I’m forcibly molesting you.”
Theron’s lips parted.
At that sight, Selene became a little displeased.
“If you were offended, you should have said so sooner.”
“No, who said I was offended…!”
Theron, even in the midst of this, didn’t let go of Selene’s hand and, with his other hand, loosened the knot of his tie as he had when he was angry at the driver.
“Then what’s the problem?”
“It’s not a problem…!”
Theron, who had raised his voice as if in anger, looked at the frowning Selene.
‘It’s not a problem?’
He, who had been parting his lips, finally let out a sigh and relaxed his shoulders.
“Forget it. I’ll be your test subject as much as you want, so do whatever you want with my hand, whether you burn it or eat it.”
“…”
“Peel me, lick me, satisfy all your curiosity with me. That’s what I mean.”
Theron stared at Selene as if to force an answer.
“Do you understand, Selene?”
Selene didn’t understand Theron, who went from being angry to calm by himself, but the conclusion that was reached was positive anyway.
Even if she was briefly offended by him treating her like a pervert, it was just as tiring to continue a useless conversation.
Before long, Selene relaxed her furrowed brow and nodded.
Theron once again held Selene’s hand tightly.

After that, when they came out after touring the rest of the art museum, Theron looked tired.
Selene believed the reason he looked so tired today was because of the accident that had happened as soon as they met.
Unexpected accidents are bound to make people tired.
Still, Theron offered to take Selene back to the mansion, but she refused as her driver was waiting.
She had observed him enough today, so there was no need to spend more time together.
In fact, there was also a reason why she wanted to ruminate on the day by herself.
More precisely, about his appearance, which sometimes turned into a different person, which seemed to change a little every time they met.

“Ah, so you realized you almost fucked up your life and rushed over to check. You should be thankful she’s not hurt.”

The vulgar curses, which she would normally never hear, were as natural as if they had been born from his mouth.
Not only that, but his appearance, suddenly grabbing her hand tightly and muttering in a low voice, was also unfamiliar.

“Does that mean… you’re going to do this to other people too? This act of groping and touching.”

Selene began to doubt a little which side was his true self.
If he liked her, as Theron claimed, he might be putting on a bit of a show in front of her.
‘Well, either way doesn’t matter.’
As long as he wasn’t a womanizer who went around making this woman and that woman cry, or a piece of trash who approached her for the ducal family’s fortune.
Selene, recalling the sensation of the firm palm that had touched the tips of her fingers, closed her eyes as if feeling the wind blowing against the backdrop of the sunset.
It was not a bad summer twilight.