The Last Confession
Present Day:
Long Mei curled into Jin Qing's arms over their blanketed floor. She ran a finger over the soft fleece of his chest hair as she said, "I have one last confession." She swore it'd be the last one.
Jin Qing gazed at her. "What is it?"
She propped herself on an elbow. Her eyes met his. "The first time we had sex. I wanted to run away with you, but something prevented me…"
Jin Qing widened his eyes, staring into her blue ones, trying to put the pieces. He remembered that night. He wished he made that time special—but it was something impulsive to both of them. They weren't thinking, and all that occupied their minds was to feel each other's skin and to feel their deepest depths. He did not care if people heard them. If they'd been caught.
He tried to forget that night, but it was impossible as it ran through his mind—followed him everywhere. It also reminded him of his heartbreak. She told him to leave her and Jin Hu alone.