"We need to tell our parents first. Do you think that they will congratulate us?" I continue with a harsh tone, "If we get married, everyone in school will make fun of us. Besides that, where will we stay? We are both eighteen. What will we do? How will we raise our baby? What about your dreams? I will become big and ugly. It is best if I drop out of school. You should stay in school and complete your studies."
He listens to my complaints and suggestions patiently. When I am done, he cups my face and kisses my lips.
Shutting my eyes close, I wrap my arms around his waist as he grabs the back of my head. Our lips move against each other; a gentle heat surges from the kiss, penetrating through my anxieties. He sucks on my lips, nibbling gently before parting away from me.
