Qualia

The first love that had met a cruel end appeared before her once more. Do you, by any chance, remember? That we, too, once had such impulses. Cold lips pressed gently, and a red tongue peeked out between slightly parted lips. It wasn’t a kiss. It was merely a light touch, as if to gauge the other’s feelings. He didn’t move a muscle until her lips pulled away. As if he hadn’t anticipated the mistake, the surprised look on his face made her feel embarrassed. “…Sorry, did you not like it?” Without a word, he looked up at her. Blinking a few times as he stared directly at her, he suddenly grabbed her trembling wrist and whispered in a husky voice: “Do it again.” “…What?” Her eyes opene...