C52 Unexpected

When he was about to leave, he leaned his head close and kissed me on the forehead. I lay down on the bed, feeling my tongue on it, not wanting to move.

If it was the man I loved who was kissing me now, I would definitely hug him tightly and kiss him to his heart's content.

I don't want to, not at all.

"I need to leave for a while and take good care of myself."

He's lying to me again