"You almost kissed her? What stopped you?" asked Ali.
"Xing Han," Sam confessed.
"When?!" Xing Han exclaimed, "Don't accuse me randomly now! I wouldn't have stopped you. I would have taken pictures!! Then blow them up!! And frame them!! And ..."
"I'm not accusing you randomly," Sam said, cutting in before Xing Han went on his tirade, "It was during that time when you saw me with her."
They heard Xing Han slap himself, "Oh gosh! I'm so stupid. I should have kept my mouth shut! Why didn't I think of that? You guys were close, but it didn't look like you were going to kiss her!"
"I almost did," Sam admitted, "It's just that ... when I held her like that ... my mind went blank. All I could feel was how soft she was, how cute she was, how enticing her lips were and ... aaaaarghh! Make it stop!"
Sam took his pillow and put it on his face, mortified. Saying it out loud sounded worse than him going through it in his mind.
