I laughed, "Why not? It's not like you haven't been to my place before."
He chuckled, "It means something different now."
Indeed, it means something different. This is the first time I've invited him to my place since we became a couple.
In a way, it's an unspoken hint and consent.
I glanced at him and murmured, almost inaudibly, "Come if you want."
He smiled without saying a word and followed me out of the car to the entrance gate.
In the elevator, neither of us spoke; when our hands accidentally touched, we immediately pulled back.
When opening the door, he was right behind me, his warm breath brushing over the top of my head, causing a tingling sensation on that part of my scalp.
Once inside, as soon as I put down my bag, he turned me around by my shoulders and kissed me.
I knew he had been holding back this kiss all night, so when I suggested he come up, it was really a tacit understanding.
We were very much in sync.
