"S-Stop…"

He paused. Their lips parted slightly as they panted. Chests heaving up and down as their bodies were stuck together, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace. Holding her tightly in his arms, he stood near the edge of the bed.

It was impossible to recognize their heartbeats, the breaths that were intermingling together like they were one. His brown eyes never once stopped looking at her.

His hand found its way back to her face as he held her jaw, stroking it ever so lightly with his large rough palm that seemed oddly warm to her.

Just as he leaned in for another kiss, she pressed her palm on his mouth, "N-No, you can't do this," She finally said, catching her breath.

His brown eyes flickered, "Mei…" Was she regretting already?

She looked into his eyes and her heart raced. Along with pink, brown was another color that she disliked the most.

She hated the sight of brown but why would his eyes, despite falling in the brown category, never made her hate him? More like they were her favorites.

She loved his eyes. They have always been the most artistic pair of eyes she had ever seen.

She raised another hand and pressed her palm on his eyes while his hold on her waist continued tightening as if he wanted to meld her into him.

"You don't get to do this all the time," She whispered in a daze and removed her palm from his lips before grabbing his collar as she dragged him closer and stood up on her tiptoes.

Despite his vision being blocked by her palm, his hold on her waist remained strong while his other hand found its way to the back of her thighs, handling her effortlessly.

"You don't get to control me all the time," She mumbled near his lips, "You even kicked me out of the mansion. It should be my turn for revenge…!" Her grip on his collar tightened while her other hand grabbed the back of his neck.

With a slight tug, their lips were dancing together again. He smiled and pulled her lower lip between his teeth, drawing on it lightly.

She closed her eyes feeling the sweetness of the wine invading her taste buds once again. She slid her hands under his jacket to press him closer as if they weren't already close enough.

As her tongue trace the outlines of his lips, he groaned. The low groan at the back of his throat, a small pleading voice that he made, setting every inch of her skin on fire. The barest tip of her tongue moved forward to tease his upper lips and he welcomed her as she explored every inch of his mouth until her breathing turned labored.

Their hearts racing. Her toes ached from standing on tiptoes for too long causing her to stumble forward.

She gasped as both of them fell on the bed. "Ahh…" The top of her head bumped onto his chin causing her to wince. On top of that, something seemed to be poking her inner thighs. Still, in a daze, she grabbed the thing and twisted it so that it would stop poking her.

"Uh…" He let out a stifled groan.

She froze at the erotic sound that seemed to have some kind of weird effect on her. Her body was burning hotter than before. The 'poking' thing in her hand twitched and the past 10 minutes of adventure and thrill flashed in her mind like a movie.

As she finally came back to her senses and realization dawned on her, her fuzzy brain finally started working and soon, she realized who was poking her from within his pants. Her hands trembled as she let it go.

Her face was still buried in his throat as she murmured to herself, "God…No…"

Embarrassment, shame, and every kind of awkward feeling filled her as she swiftly rolled off the man's body with her eyes still closed.

"I…Listen, I am…I did not mean to-" She paused when she opened her eyes and glanced at the man who had his eyes closed. His chest falling and rising evenly.

It was as if there was a flood of relief sweeping away the awkwardness from her heart. Luckily… She closed her eyes and patted her chest.

She quietly got off the bed and looked at him. After contemplating for a moment, she removed the leather boots off his feet and then loosened the collar of his shirt before tucking him in the blanket so that he would not be uncomfortable or cold.

In the next moment, however, she suddenly found no strength in her legs. She sat on the floor and leaned back on the edge of the bed.

1 second.

2 seconds.

3 seconds.

When she could not take the silence any longer, she raised her hand and slapped her face hard, wanting to smack some senses in her mind in the process.

Was she crazy? How could she even do it? She ran her fingers through her hair and dragged her knees closer to her chest before banging her head on it again and again.

"You kicked me out of your house…So, I want revenge. What revenge? A kiss?!" She muttered to herself in disbelief, "Dammit! Months of 'we are friends' only to end up like this. What the hell did I do?" She hugged her knees closer to her body and buried her face in the hollow as she closed her eyes.

What did he even think when he kissed her? Why would he do that? Was it because he was drunk? And…how can she grab his…Dammit… Her face turned red. This is so humiliating. He will forget all of it tomorrow since he is drunk, won't he? Not only did she allow him to kiss her, she even kissed him back!?

"What kind of revenge includes kissing him like that?" she whispered.

She could barely keep her eyes open after the long and exhausting day. Lost in her thoughts, she did not realize when she drifted off to sleep.

As soon as her breathing was even and the room returned to its peace without her depressed mumblings, the man sleeping on the bed opened his eyes and glanced at the woman who was sitting near his feet on the cold floor.

Walking out of the bed, he gently carried her off the floor and put her on the bed before tucking her in the blanket making sure to not look anywhere below her neckline which might torture him in countless ways.

He removed his suit jacket and shirt before throwing them to her study chair as he joined her in the small bed. Small as it was, he did not mind it as long as she was beside him.

As expected, once she was asleep, she would not budge an inch even if the universe was shaken. To not make her awkward, he pretended to sleep but little he expect that she will slap herself like this.

He propped his head on his palm and glanced at her face as she slept. Her fair cheek which was turning slowly red because of her slap did not go unnoticed by him. He placed his palm on her cheek and caressed her skin with the pad of his thumb.

His gaze wandered to her beautiful lips that were swollen till now. His lips curved up slightly as he pressed a soft kiss on her lips and got inside the blanket. Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her closer to himself until her face was buried in his chest, "Revenge never tasted so sweet," He whispered and closed his eyes.

You looked into my eyes for a little too long to 'not have any feelings for me'.