To be honest, there was a faint air of sexiness there that almost made one lose one's mind. But even so, I can't have any thoughts about a person who is unconscious and may not even remember anything tomorrow after being drunk.
Indeed, that moment might be beautiful, but what is left afterwards is definitely emptiness. It's unbearable to be the only one who remembers when waking up. And if this is the first time, let alone.
"Really, what should I do?"
Gently loosening the held hand, covering him up to his shoulders with the quilt again, his regular breathing sound came to my ears again. I have no sleepiness at all tonight. Staying by his side like this, I will be unable to resist wanting to touch him, wanting to take everything from him.
But I can't impose this feeling on him. There's no way. I reached out and picked up the sweating beer can on the table. There are about three cans in the plastic bag.
