I moved my thumb a little to wipe the moisture off, and tilted my head a little to the right. He never did touch me, or respond, but he put up no defense against me either. He just let me kiss him, almost like his little way of saying, I want to let you do what you want with me. Besides, he wasn't a man anyone could control.
For some reason, I let my lips fill him for longer than I intended, as if I was tendering a heartfelt apology towards everything he has been through.
I slowly broke the kiss, and when I looked at him, his eyes were lowered. Slowly, as if regaining himself piece by piece, his eyes made their way to mine. They still glistened of the emotions he won't convey, and a slight confusion towards my choice of comfort.
I brought my hand to his cheek again, then slowly caressed
