"I really feel like kissing you sometimes. On the lips, of course."
...
"What did I just see?!" Ansh asks, horrified when I enter inside the house, locking the door behind me.
My heart is beating so fast that it'll come out of my chest any second. I can't believe I just kissed Ayan on his cheek! I wasn't drunk, no one forced me nor was I sleepy. It was my decision; I wanted to kiss him and I did. My hands start sweating, and I wipe my clammy hands on my top.
I was lost in thought, which is why when I hear Ansh I jump, frightened. Placing a hand on my heart, I let out a gasp.
"What the hell, Ansh?! You scared me!" I yelp, still afraid.
"And you scarred me," he says emotionless, covering his mouth as he pretends to puke.
I roll my eyes, "Stop being so dramatic. What did I do?"
He opens his mouth but ends up closing it and with a pained expression on his face, he gestures towards the door.
"Oh," I say blandly.
