I pursed my lips, gently kissing his forehead:
"I know."
I knew his love, and I knew his insecurity, but I chose not to soothe that insecurity.
I kissed the tear mole at the corner of his eye, kissed every inch of skin on his face, finally stopping on his rosy lips, brushing them lightly, not going deeper.
A cold drop fell on my face. I knew he understood the words I hadn't said, understood my reluctance and attachment.
In the end, I could only leave one sentence: "Trust me," which melted between our lips.
Khang didn't answer. He used his actions to let me know, his hands framing my head by my ears, trembling yet strong.
A kiss ended, our breaths mingling on each other's faces. The hot air was just waiting for a spark to ignite.
My gaze was heavy as I looked up from below. He sighed softly, kissing my eyes:
"Leave it to me."
Finishing his words, he ducked under the blanket.
I closed my eyes, letting him do as he pleased.
