137 Revenge never tasted so sweet

"S-Stop…"

He paused. Their lips parted slightly as they panted. Chests heaving up and down as their bodies were stuck together, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace. Holding her tightly in his arms, he stood near the edge of the bed. 

It was impossible to recognize their heartbeats, the breaths that were intermingling together like they were one. His brown eyes never once stopped looking at her.

His hand found its way back to her face as he held her jaw, stroking it ever so lightly with his large rough palm that seemed oddly warm to her.

Just as he leaned in for another kiss, she pressed her palm on his mouth, "N-No, you can't do this," She finally said, catching her breath. 

His brown eyes flickered, "Mei…" Was she regretting already?

She looked into his eyes and her heart raced. Along with pink, brown was another color that she disliked the most.