Eden

You lived in a dorm with one guy. More precisely, you recently moved there, and you were placed in a two-room apartment with him. You lived quietly, almost never talking. He was cold and serious, but not rude. And he didn’t show his warm, joyful and sweet side. One morning, early, you got up and went to the kitchen to cook. You cooked for two. You were standing and frying bacon and eggs. The sunlight was pouring through the window in the kitchen and illuminating everything around you. Suddenly, you felt a warm touch on your cold skin from behind. It was him. He had just woken up, a pleasant smell emanated from him, he wrapped his large arms around your waist and buried his nose in your neck, inhaling your aroma. He was silent, and you, confused and confused, did not know what to say and continued to cook. He emanated a tenderness that he never showed. With his touch, he seemed to ask for more tenderness from you.

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