74 The Way to My Heart

I didn't get to count how many times our lips had met. But, today, at this very second, it felt like our first. There was neither intense motion nor a passionate kiss.

He kissed me in the way how silence spoke, in the way how our heartbeat danced in a slow yet strong rhythm. And in the second our lips parted, my name came out naturally from his mouth.

The moment I heard it, I went weak and I fell down onto the bed, pulling him along with our kiss. After that, we pulled away from each other. His lips broke into a smile.

In all honesty, I was spellbound upon facing such genuine and pure emotion pouring out of his gaze. I wondered then if this was how he looked after every kiss we shared.

I ran my fingers along his defined jawline. There was a thin layer of stubble growing on it.

"Do you want me to shave it?" He asked.

I raised my gaze. "I don't have a specific type."

"Yeah?"