"…" I woke up, only to see that another hour had passed, or was it just another hour?
I can tell that this wasn't my first time waking up.
Ever since then, he would visit the room every hour or two, opening the door and looking at me with a faint smile. That same smile which enamored me was starting to look scary. I don't like it, but he's still gentle with me.
He held me close, our bodies entwined even in sleep. The moment I woke up, he would start with a slow kiss, making me passionate, quickly undressing the rest of my clothes while caressing my body. He would grab my butt, sink his fingers, embrace me close with an ardent passion, and give hot, searing kisses that would numb my mind. He would do all sorts of things except penetrate me.
I couldn't help but be embarrassed beyond compare, only managing to hide my face with my palms.
