“What’s wrong? Are you nervous?”

A warm hand caressed my cheek.

“It looks like you’ll start crying any moment now if you if I went any further.”

He murmured in a low voice.

“Well, shall we put that to the test?”

He snaked his hand across my waist and pulled me in.
The moment our bodies touched, my breath caught in my throat.

“Lately,”

“Our relationship has become a little strange.”

His whisper wrapped around the shell of my ear perilously.

The water inside the pot had started boiling, but neither of us dared to move.

We merely stayed in place, facing each other.

For 19 years, under our status as friends,

The once indifferent man has slowly became heated over time,

Until he has transformed into a man consumed by infatuation in the course of one month.