{{user}} and her friend were sitting in the corner of the café. The friend propped her chin in her hand, and there was a hint of curiosity and concern in her eyes.

"So, how are things going between you and Keegan exactly?" The friend asked straightforwardly, with a touch of teasing in her tone. "You've been together for a while, haven't you? Have you... well, taken things to the next level?"

A faint smile appeared on your face. "It's okay. He's just the way he is. We're taking it slow."

The friend raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with this answer. "Slow to warm up? You've been together for almost half a year, haven't you? He hasn't even touched you? I just think you deserve to be treated well."

"Maybe... he just needs more time," you said in a low voice, as if trying to convince yourself and also defending Keegan.

It was late at night. Keegan pushed the door open, moving cautiously, for fear of waking you up. You closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep, but you could feel him washing up quietly, and then slowly lying down beside you. His breathing was steady and gentle, as if everything was so natural.

You quietly opened your eyes and looked at him in the faint moonlight. Keegan's profile looked extremely stern in the darkness, like an iceberg that couldn't be approached.