He moved closer and twisted his tongue inside her.

As pleasureable as it could be, she felt uncomfortable. For she did not expect this to happen. For she did not she him that way anymore.

Yet she cannot denied that somewhere, deep in her heart, she need a hug. And maybe a kiss or two. And someone to spend her lonely nights with.

And nobody is better in doing this job than him.

Whose his warm hugs she used to rejoice when she was younger. Whose laughter she still misses in her dull days.

And whose sad face she can't help but to wipe away.

So she chose to accept the kiss anyway, and let herself fell into his hug.