There was an odd fragrance on his body. It was not the smell of perfume but the light fragrance of detergent.
The moment I pressed my lips against his, my mind went blank. All I knew was to cling onto his shoulders and deepen my kiss, taking in his warm breath with longing.
Initially, I had expected him to struggle and resist, then push me away violently to break out of this situation.
But he didn't.
I saw his blank eyes, and the many complicated emotions that flashed across them. Then, he subconsciously closed his eyes, his shoulders trembling.
I grew even more nervous. My eyelashes fluttered, and the corners of my eyes stung as if tears were falling.
Perhaps because he felt my despair, he couldn't help but stretch out his arms and try to embrace me.
I craved him.
What about him? Did he desire me as much?
