"You were so worried then?"
"What?" He pretended to be deaf and dumb.
I raised his ball-like hand, turned over and hung my whole body above him, put my hands on both sides of his head, and looked directly into his eyes.
"You thought I was dead then."
He was silent.
I lowered my head a little: "If I die, what will you do?"
"You are not dead yet."
"Imagine." I lowered my head again. Just one more time I can touch his lips.
"My head is not for imagining these." He turned his head obviously impatiently. He left my lips in the air that I tried to touch him by an inch.
I was about to retreat when he pulled my entire head down. Touching his fading lips, he began to entangle the tips of his tongue fiercely and compete. Of course I am not his opponent. He has kissed many people, and I only kissed him alone.