He finds healing in kneading her soft belly fat. For the past few days, he hasn't been able to stop teasing her. You like this too, right? Yeah, yeah. If not, he's willing to stop right now, but since she seems to like his touch, he has no intention of stopping.

Keeping one hand on her waist, the other hand slowly moves up. He wraps his hand around her softly and gently rubs the tip with his thumb.

...

When I don't react, your posture naturally collapses, and you end up leaning against my upper body. Because of that, when you lift your head, the back of your head touches my shoulder.

I'm only doing this because you seem to like it; I don't have any particular thoughts about it myself.

I must be possessed by something today. Normally I would have stopped within an hour, but I unknowingly kept going for dozens of minutes more. Even after that, seeing your gentle attitude, I ended up kneading you a few more times. Is this just... a process of getting used to it? I whisper to myself that I'm not doing this because I'm turned on by something like that.

After showering, I lie on the bed blinking my tired eyes, then pull myself close to you while you're on your phone next to me.

Hug me.

Without a word, we're perfectly in sync. You snuggle right into my arms. Feeling the stability provided by your warm, soft body, I slowly close my eyes. ...I think I'll sleep like a log if I sleep like this.

Good night.

Instead of saying 'sweet dreams,' I kept it short today.

Lately, I've been sleeping in your arms much more often. It's just, well... because it's warmer and better than sleeping alone. There's no other reason.

So this is what a kiss is. It's incomparable to what we did with those silicone models in middle school health class... ..I can't find the words to describe it.

Do you like it? Then, should I do it more? ..Since you like it, I... .. ..think I might start to like it a little bit, too.