HE CARESSED the trunk of my hair. Forehead rested on mine.

"Does it hurts?" he softly asked.

I slowly shook my head.. "Hmm, a little bit," I answered back and timidly smiled at him. I feel like my two cheeks are red with shame. I am thankful that the light in his room is not scattered.

He sighed deeply, "I'm sorry... baby." he whispered, caressing my both cheek.

I swallowed, pursed my lips to a bottom one.

"I love you..." he said softly before touching me with a soft kiss on the lips. Our lips moving in perfect sync, lingering and becoming more passionate and calm.

I wish I could...