I suddenly reached my hand... I swear my body was moving on its own... and then held his head.
I pulled his face down and our lips met before I could think. I mean, I've been thinking this the whole time but nothing I tell my body to do works.
I feel like my body is being submerged in water and so my body couldn't exactly follow directly what my brain wanted.
I guess right now... My body was acting with my heart.
This was what my heart wanted.
This man's lips were warm. So warm that I wanted to feel it even more.
Before I knew it, he pressed harder, a greedy and familiar feeling hitting me with the way his lips moved.
This guy was definitely not a stranger.
My chest tightened, my fingers trembled against his shirt as I grew suspicious of his identity.
I knew him. I knew him so well.
But what was his name again?
Ah, this could be a dream. This was the kind of familiar and unfamiliar feeling I got in my dream when he visited.
