"Adrian, I don't need love that's manufactured," I said, shaking my head and speaking earnestly.
'When I fall for someone, they'll be the brightest, most unique presence in my eyes.'
He stared at me, his pale blue-gray eyes swirling with emotions I couldn't quite decipher. "Do I shine in your eyes?"
His voice was soft, almost trembling, as he asked.
As he spoke, he leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my face, carrying a faint hint of mint.
Before I could react, he gently pressed his lips to mine.
His kiss was tender and restrained, like a feather lightly grazing my lips—gentle, exploring...
Unlike the intense, passionate kiss we shared in the hospital lounge, this one was filled with caution, respect... and perhaps a tentative exploration of his own feelings.
I closed my
