We rolled over again. I never really cared whenever you were cutting off my air supply.
You stared at me for a full minute, although it felt like forever.
You observed me from underneath you and smiled.
With your hands on my face, you made a gesture with your left, with what felt like an act of rubbing something off of my face.
"What is it?", I asked.
"Nothing", you laughed.
It didn't take long before I realized, you thought the mole on my face was dirt, and you were trying to take it off.
It didn't take long before I felt the pride surging in you for having discovered yet another thing about me during our quiet moments.
I can tell, because I tasted it on your lips.