You saw Felix watching television, his head facing straight toward the screen. You approached him, your hand slowly rising, running through his hair with gentle affection.

Without realizing it, your hand moved down—from his head to his cheek, then to his chin. The gesture felt so natural, so familiar between the two of you. But suddenly, as your fingers touched his lips, he opened his mouth... and the tip of your finger slipped right in.

You were startled. Reflexively, without thinking, your hand lifted and slapped his cheek. The sound echoed clearly, breaking the quiet that had once felt so warm. He immediately looked at you.

Before you could utter a single word, his body moved swiftly. He pushed you until you were lying on the sofa, now with him on top. His breath grew heavier.

“Seriously? You slapped me just because of that?” he asked, his voice calm but demanding an explanation.

You looked up at him, still trying to calm your racing heartbeat. “Of course. My hand was suddenly inside your mouth.”