◎ I think I’ve fallen in love. ◎

If I had to describe my first time with X in one word, it would be—exhilarating.

There’s no need to elaborate on his physical attributes. I’ll just say this—he is naturally gifted, beyond all criticism.

What I really want to emphasize is everything beyond the physical. He was amazing, truly amazing—far exceeding my expectations for a handsome man.

I’ve always felt that women are incredibly kind. Even when they’re dissatisfied, they’ll often pretend otherwise to protect a man’s ego. Some men gain confidence from this, even becoming smug.

If ordinary men can be like this, then handsome men are even worse. In this world, most good-looking guys are spoiled by the women around them. They rarely have to put in effort and rush to enjoy the pleasure they believe is rightfully theirs.

In contrast, X’s exceptional sense of attentiveness made him incredibly rare. He wasn’t in a hurry to satisfy himself. He didn’t rely solely on his physical advantages to do whatever he pleased. Throughout the entire process, he was always watching me, asking, adapting, and making sure I felt good. He even went the extra mile to make things even better—

God, I loved the way he looked at me. Those eyes told me he wasn’t just chasing some meaningless sense of conquest. He genuinely wanted me to feel good.

When everything was over, I lay in his arms, drenched in sweat, overcome with an inexplicable urge to cry. Not just from the sheer physical satisfaction but from the deep, trembling emotion within me.

The whole time, he made me feel like I was something precious. Whether it was real or just an illusion, it was enough to make my nose sting with emotion.

Even long after it ended, he still held me close, pressing light kisses to my eyelids. The gentle pecks felt like fluttering butterfly wings. I lay curled in his embrace, looking up at him, and the deep emotions in his gaze flowed toward me like the heat lingering in the air.

So many men fail to understand that women don’t actually need them to sacrifice everything for love. More often than not, all women want is a certain attitude—

And I think X understands this better than anyone.

At that moment, I was afraid—afraid to keep looking into his eyes, afraid that I would start to believe he had already fallen for me.

I laughed playfully and pushed him away. “What are you looking at?”

X gently brushed my damp bangs away from my forehead, his touch impossibly tender, like the caress of a devoted lover.

“I’m admiring beauty,” he said, looking straight at me.

It was incredible—I didn’t feel like he was just saying that to flatter me. It felt like he truly meant every word.

My heart was a chaotic mess, soaring one moment and plummeting the next. I turned away, staring at the ceiling, pretending to be indifferent. “Alright then, keep looking. After all, you have the second most beautiful eyes in this room.”

He chuckled softly, then resumed his quiet admiration. I could feel my skin growing hotter, despite the lingering warmth still fading from my body.

Unwilling to let him have the upper hand, I huffed and rolled over, straddling him, meeting his gaze head-on.

Eye contact like this was a natural aphrodisiac. It was impossible to tell who made the first move—maybe it was just instinct.

But once again, we became entangled in each other.

Tears welled in my eyes, not from sadness, but from overwhelming emotion.

In a world that values efficiency above all else, where everyone is too exhausted and numb from survival to invest in love, relationships feel like a luxury.

Sex, more and more, has become nothing more than a fast, emotionless transaction.

But today was too different. X was too different. He made me feel that this wasn’t just about desire; it was about love. It wasn’t just a shallow physical need but something driven by emotions—a rare and precious deepening of our feelings.

Yes, I don’t know how it happened, but I’m certain that what started as something simple and mundane had somehow evolved into a spiritual connection.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, watching the spinning shadows of the light. At that moment, I realized I was done for. I might have fallen in love.