P H R A S E R
I watched her walking away and a part of me wanted to hold her and asked her what she was hiding. She didn't look fine, despite her solid attempt to convince me otherwise. Somehow I doubted that it has anything to do with what Margaux had said.
Autumn Summers. She was certainly full of secrets and harder to read than anyone I've ever met. Unlike other girls who came like an open book, she hid her true feelings well.
I pride myself on being good with girls yet I stupidly mistook her resistance as one of the oldest moves in the book which was playing hard to get. I should've known that she wasn't like any other girls. She was different. She was like a set of unsolved puzzles and I couldn't wait to put them all together so I could see the picture formed.
I raised my hand and let the side of my forefinger touched my lips. She didn't return my kiss but the feeling of my lips against hers was enough to drive me crazy.
