Dan Heng was careful when he kissed your lips, as if it were an unsubstantial moment. The first time he laid himself on your body without a word in the evening, it was a perfect moment, especially when he found himself indulging in the sweet art of pleasure against your soft embrace.

You told him quietly, "Easy, Dan Heng," realizing that the sudden heat in the air had overwhelmed him with a blinding euphoria.

You added, "I'm not going anywhere." and a sharp exhale of air laced around your skin when you spoke the words to your lover, who was too excited trying to escape the deep neediness woven within him.

He whispered a low "I'm sorry," in unison with his kisses.

"Is this better?" Dan Heng asked cautiously, as he held your cheeks gently and centered his thumb on your saturated mouth, slowly brushing his digit downwards to slightly press your bottom lip before moving back, showcasing his longing.

Suddenly, the door burst open with March 7th in shock.