When his fingertips brushed my hot earlobe,
The rain outside the window is beating on the glass, like a heartbeat.
I retreated to the corner, my back pressed against the cold tiles,
But he pressed closer, his breath mixed with the smell of cedar coming over him.
"What are you hiding from?"
His lips were only half an inch away from mine,
My fingertips have already pulled open the top button of my shirt.
There was a sudden heat at the collarbone,
It was the strength with which he held it, neither light nor heavy.
When the sound of rain gets louder,
My hand was pressed on top of my head by him,
The other hand is sliding down along the waistline.
He bit the corner of my lip and chuckled,
"Now you know you're afraid?"
"Weren't you very brave when you hooked my tie just now?"
The curtains were lifted by the wind.
The moonlight filtered in, illuminating his red eyes.
My hand holding his back suddenly tightened,
He gasped and kissed harder,
It's like rubbing all the restraint into this humid night
