"How did it feel to kiss that boy!"
He cut her off curtly with a question.
There was no empathy in his voice at all.
She licked her lips nervously. "I… I don't know. That… that shouldn't be considered as kissing, right?"
"That wasn't a kiss?"
The man snorted. "Both of you were using your tongues. Is that not kissing?"
"Must it be kissing when the tongues are involved?" she refuted.
He leaned over and stared at her. "Then, tell me, what do you mean by kissing exactly?!"
She peered at him, fixing her eyes on him for a long time before suddenly reaching out with her hand to grab his collar by the necktie. At the next second, she stretched her neck upward, dipped her head slightly and pressed her ruddy lips on his thin, cool lips without hesitation.
Ardour flickered across her lively, emotive eyes as she looked captivatingly at him while whispering, "In my heart, this is what it means by kissing…"
