"I actually..." said New hanging. "Already know the answer."

"What do you mean?"

A soft smile etched on New's face. He took Tay's left hand, grasping it tightly with both hands. "Tay, what we have right now is a proof of it,"

". . ."

"Don't bother yourself to prepare a surprise for me so you can prove it,"

"Your presence has created a warm feeling in my heart, Tay. The affection you show me through touch, word and speech, has made me believe that love does exist,"

"Always hold my hand tight, okay honey? Don't ever let go." New paused then said, "I love you, really."

Tay was still silent. He really didn't expect these words to come out of his lover's mouth. He couldn't even say anything. But what he knew, everything New said was sincere. Tay could see from how his lover expressed it gently, his beaded eyes sparkling, as well as the two hands clasping his hands tightly.

Without knowing, their faces getting closer. Until in the end, Tay erased the remaining distance. Tay pursued his lover's soft lips, as if pouring out all the feelings that had been steaming in his heart. New himself, no less subtle, one hand grabbed Tay's cheek.

Their kisses were gentle, full of feeling. Love and affection. Everything is funneled in it.

The kiss didn't last long, both of them ended together. Their faces are still close together, even their foreheads too. Their smiles were clearly engraved on their faces.