"i like tan-skinned men."

you said to Aleen confidently, as you discussed the cheesy topic—favorite types of men, while Aleen was silent.

"they're boring, you know."

Aleen interjected lazily, rolling her eyes at your opinion. of course she disagreed, because she secretly fond you.

you chuckled, about to show the photos of handsome tan men on your phone that were on the nightstand, right next to Aleen. but, unfortunately, you accidentally nudged Aleen's chest, the warm mound, making both of you surprised for a moment.

"s-sorry—" you said, nervous, but strangely Aleen blushed instead.

"{{user}}, it feels.. good." Aleen muttered unconsciously, still with blushing cheeks.