Maybe he didn't really hate the idea of kissing.
Maybe that was only lip service.
It looks a hella lot like that right now because we are grappling against each other, pushing and sucking at each other's lips as if we are in search of a gold treasure that lies deep within our mouths. We are fusing as one, mouth to mouth as we inhale sharply to keep up with our breaths that is quickly running out like a ticking hourglass. This is maybe the fourth time we have kissed but the breath that I feel on my cheeks, fanning my face as he tilts his head over to the side and the other, that this strangely feels new to me. All new.
"This is not a good idea." Elian comments as soon as he detaches from me and I shake my head immediately in return.
"Are you against this?"
"No, No." He protests but then opens his mouth to add something to which I interrupt.
