The fate of that rose

Jing's brain short-circuited. He didn't even blink his eyes. The whole time Yukito kissed him, he was simply staring wide-eyed like a fool.

Yukito was satisfied seeing him dumbstruck.

He chuckled. "This kiss is the consolation if you failed to keep your promise. At least you wouldn't feel bad that we didn't even share a kiss."

He released his collar and let him go. He winked at Jing and said, "Good night. I will be waiting." And he shut the window on his face.

Jing absent-mindedly stood there devoid of any thoughts. He slowly touched his lips. The warmth of Yukito's lips was still lingering on them, giving him the proof that this was not a dream. It wasn't an illusion.

He collapsed on his knees and buried his face in his palms. His face turned red like a tomato. He was blushing furiously.

The kiss was entirely unexpected.

Damn, he is so cool! Ahhhhh!

He had this bubbling excitement raging inside him, and he didn't know how to let it out.

"Knock, knock."