A kiss. My eyes are still closed, lazy to open when I feel something gently kiss my eyes and cheeks, again and again. Stroking and kissing my hair. My nose sniffed his scent now, the scent was familiar, very familiar. Our eyes met each other without blinking. He was bare-chested in front of my eyes, lying next to me smiling sweetly. I stared at him in silence for a few seconds.

Dug!

"Ouch! Hey! It hurts!” he shouted angrily when I accidentally bumped my forehead against his forehead.

I glared at him. "Don't smile, I don't like it"

"Why? Don't be so angry."

"Shut up, I don't want to hear...