There was a rustling sound behind her. She must have gotten up and turned off the bedside lamp. The room fell into complete darkness, the only sound left was each other's breathing. Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, I felt the quilt being gently pulled, and her hands, with a slightly cool temperature, gently hugged my waist from behind.
At that moment, all the blood in my body seemed to freeze, and I even forgot to breathe.
"Do you... Dislike me?" Her voice was nasal and muffled, like a wronged kitten. Her cheek was pressed against my back, and I could clearly feel the warm moisture seeping into my shirt little by little.
She is crying.
This realization was like a thunder, splitting all my rationality and restraint. I turned around suddenly, and in the darkness, I could see her blurry outline and hear her suppressed sobs.
"No, I don't dislike you." I blurted out, my voice hoarse.
As soon as I finished speaking, my damn restlessness completely broke through the defense line. I reached out my hand, hugged her awkwardly, lowered my head and kissed her. Her lips were soft, with a faint smell of apples and a hint of salty tears. She stiffened for a moment, then leaned softly into my arms and responded to my kiss.
The air in the room became hotter and hotter, and the reason fell apart at the moment when our lips and teeth met. My hands slid into her sweater uncontrollably...
Beautifully written, worth reading