I was about to get lost in the kiss when his body stiffened and he pulled back.
'Hey! I'm not done!' I screamed in my head, but still put on a plain expression.
"How do you feel?" he asked, but my eyes remained glued on his lips. What could I have done if I had died? this sweet lips will belong to someone else?
I didn't know why my mind suddenly drifted to such. I felt pissed at myself and jealous at the assumed outcome.
He was still waiting for my answer, but since something else has popped up, I couldn't control myself and speak up. "What will you do if I had died?" I asked.
He scoffed, but I could tell he's pissed. I still wanted to know, "how long will you mourn me before dating another woman?" I asked again, hoping he will understand my point.
He stared into my eyes for a long while, before averting his gaze and landed it on my waist area. "Does it still hurt?" he asked.
