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— Come in, Rover. What brought you here?
At this warm and joyful gaze all rational thoughts leave my head.
— If I answer that I came to see you, would it be appropriate?
Unbothering myself with hesitation, I come in and sit down at the edge of his sofa.
— Of course, - he gently smiles, curving one side of his lips, and I feel a growing warmth inside.
I examine his peculiar eyes for some time.
Then, saying no more, touch the palm of his right arm and take it with both of my hands.
It feels cold, as expected, but it's not causing any discomfort for me.
Out of nowhere I imagine a gentle touch of this hand on the hot skin of my back. Breath intensifies.
— Do you feel anything with this hand? - I ask suddenly, barely thinking about tactfulness of this question.
He shakes his head in denial. I watch his eyes closely — no signs of sadness there.
Not stopping myself any longer, I roll up his sleeve and examine the hand further. Astonishing work of.. something? Or someone? Did Yao somehow gave shape to this strange material, not knowing it himself?
Seems like all the contemplation is written over my face, and Yao touches my cheek.. to erase it? Touches with his left arm. And I feel his warmth for the first time.
I watch his eyes and instantly understand — he awaited this for a long, long time. He's not rushing to move his hand away, and I find myself enjoying this sudden touch.
I close my eyes, concentrating on this feeling. So tender, so careful, so... Before I realize, I find myself fawning on his fingers.
Opening my eyes, meeting his gaze, the understanding comes down on me - I want more, much more.