A rustling sound came from behind me. She must have gotten up to turn off the bedside lamp. The room fell completely dark, leaving only the sound of our breathing. Just as I began to relax, I felt the blanket tug gently. Her hand, cool to the touch, slipped around my waist from behind.
At that moment, it felt as if every drop of blood in my body had frozen. I even forgot how to breathe.
“Do you... find me repulsive?” Her voice was slightly nasal and muffled, like a kitten that had been hurt. Her cheek rested against my back, and I could clearly feel warm dampness slowly seeping into my shirt.
She was crying.
That realization struck like a thunderbolt, shattering all my reason and restraint. I turned around abruptly. In the darkness, I could make out her blurry silhouette and hear her stifled sobs.
“No. I don’t find you repulsive.” The words came out of my mouth, my voice terribly hoarse.
As soon as I finished speaking, my damned desire broke through the last of my restraint. I reached out and clumsily pulled her into my arms, then lowered my head and kissed her. Her lips were soft, faintly scented with apple, with a slightly salty taste of tears. She stiffened at first, then melted against me and kissed me back.
The air in the room grew hotter and hotter. The moment our lips met, my reason crumbled. My hand slipped uncontrollably inside her sweater...
Beautifully written, worth reading