Mei watched Otis in his daze, wondering if he was pretending to be out of it or truly not awake because he was doing this with no warning. He had his eyes closed and looked half-asleep, clearly in a dreamy state. Mei felt the warmth travel from her fingers to his lips and felt the softness of his mouth; her heart beat a little faster. But she didn't pull her hand away, she only watched him.
Hey buddy, what are you up to? Mei even thought about taking a photo to show Otis later, his expression would be priceless. She stealthily took her phone, pretended to read a novel, and snapped one picture. The man did photograph well. It was only a hand, so what was the big deal about kissing it? Mei cleared her throat and asked, "So, what does it smell like? I told you it's just dish soap kind of sharp and a little dry, right?"
Otis, eyes still closed and drifting, mumbled, "It's what I like…"
Mei flushed. Wait, what did he just say? She whispered back, "Like?"
Otis went on, "Gardenia."
