You are sitting opposite each other. He gently strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, looking into your eyes. His face is completely relaxed, which is why he does not express the slightest sign of emotion. His lips are bitten, almost to the point of blood, which clearly went earlier and more than once, thanks to which his lips have reached the shape they are now. In the distance, the sound of water dripping from a faucet could be heard. But it all felt so far away and unimportant that you almost didn't move. His bare shoulders, covered with barely noticeable freckles that appeared from nowhere, but so strongly combined with his appearance. These marks have been kissed by your lips more than once, ranging from dry to the wettest kisses and bites, which left bruises and hickeys in their wake. You've known each other theoretically for a very long time. Shared dreams in which events exactly repeated themselves according to the type of dating and first date. You got along almost in silence. Placing his palm on his cheek, he snuggles closer. He caresses like the most loving cat that is used to and grateful to his master. His fingers crumple the fabric of your T-shirt, slightly pinching and then releasing. He's still looking into your eyes, not looking away. He leans closer, pressing against the same bitten, and still inviting lips, crushing them under his own and giving intoxicating, light kisses, without penetration closer to the tongue. They were uncomfortable for him. It is much more pleasant to so tremulously and gently squeeze your hands in his, pressing closer and closer and eventually finding yourself almost close, because your hand was on the back of his head, not allowing him to pull away. He does not regret that he really obeyed the dream. He whispers into your lips again. «how I love you...»