Chapter 38. Third Incident

I don't know how long I kept my eyes closed. When I finally opened them, there was a strange sensation that still lingered in my body. If I recall, it truly drove me out of my mind. I perfectly captured every change in Andrew's expression in my memory. Maybe he did the same when we locked eyes. Especially during the part where we both pursued release from tension.

Observing him while my eyes were still shut has become my favorite, I don't even know when it started. There's a peculiar feeling when I'm savoring his face, and suddenly he awakens, causing a rush of nervousness that I quickly push aside. If given more time—with him still with his eyes closed—I would gladly spend it exploring his face.

Perhaps Dessy was right; I never really tried to open up. Always sealing my body with memories of Nelson. And when I finally attempted, it turned out to be so enjoyable. Everything about Andrew is starting to affect me. I can't make a straightforward comparison between Nelson an