那天，他只說了一句：躺好

The sound of the door closing was very faint.

But in that moment, I knew there was no turning back.

He stood at the door, looking at me.
It wasn't a polite glance; it was a direct stare.
It was as if he were confirming something.

"Is this your first time?"
His voice was deep and without a trace of a smile.

I nodded. My throat felt a little dry.

He dimmed the lights.
Only the warm yellow light remained in the room, and the air suddenly felt thick and heavy.

“Lie down.”

No unnecessary explanations. No small talk.

When I lay down, my heart was racing like crazy.

He didn't touch me right away.

Those few seconds of silence were more thrilling than the touch itself.
I could feel him standing behind me,
I knew he was watching.

The first slap landed on the small of my back; it was very hot.

It’s not tenderness; it’s a closeness with substance.
My entire spine tensed up instantly.

"Relax."
He said.

He spoke in a very close tone.

I don't know if he did it on purpose,
Every press hits the most sensitive spot.
It's not an itch, it's not pain,
It's the kind of thrill that makes you flinch without even realizing it.

He was getting closer and closer.
I could even sense his physical presence.

The moment his breath brushed the back of my neck, a slight shiver ran through my whole body.

He didn't say anything.
Yet it seems as if he knows everything.

Run your fingertips slowly down the spine.
It was very slow. So slow that I could clearly feel it gliding over every inch of my skin.

I'm starting to lose track of,
It is he who is guiding,
Or maybe I'm the one going out of my way to accommodate them.

When he stopped at the edge, I almost held my breath.

Pause.

At that very moment,
All that remained in the whole world was the sound of my heartbeat.

He crouched down.
We were so close that I could feel the warmth radiating from his chest.

"You're shaking."
He said in a low voice.

I didn't answer.

Because I know—
That's not cold.

His hand moved again.
It's not overstepping,
But it's right on the line.

Every swipe feels like it’s asking:
"Are you sure you want to continue?"

But I didn't refuse.

When I finally couldn’t help but take a soft breath,
He just gave a soft chuckle.

It's not smugness.
That's correct.

When we were done, he helped me pull the towel back into place.

The movement was so calm that it seemed as if nothing had happened.

But I know—
Just now, I got too close.

But the most dangerous thing isn't his hand.

It's me.