Amanda.
He wouldn't let go of her hand.
"Ansel, can you leave my hand for a second please?"
"Nope." He clicked his tongue and shook his head.
"Ansel, just for a sec." She pleaded.
"Why?" He demanded.
"Just, please leave it for a second,"
"Why?"
She rolled her eyes.
"God, fine. I need to scratch my neck,"
He squeezed her hand and looked at her. She smiled.
Okay, now he was going to do that for her, Aww.
He let go of her hand.
"I'm not going to do that for you if you're thinking that, Sorry love,"
This man.
"Whatever. Wasn't thinking of that." She scratched her neck vigorously, then looked at him.
"Why are you doing that?" He demanded.
"I don't know, it was itching a little bit."
"Here." He removed her hair from the back of her neck and kissed the spot, softly.
"I would never do something to hurt you, scratching would have hurt. But kissing doesn't," He grinned.
"Cheesiness overloaded." She said, but she was blushing.
"Okay, let's go. We'll take a nice walk and eat somewhere,"
"Okay, The day's yours."
"And so are you," He added.
"Did you just call me yours?" She asked.
"Are you going to get mad at me?" He demanded.
"Of course not." She stopped walking and he turned.
"What? I'm sorry if you didn-," He couldn't finish his sentence because she pulled him towards her and placed her lips over his.
They stood there kissing. Their arms wrapped around each other.
The scene was perfect. They were perfect.
They pulled away after a few minutes and Ansel shook his head in disappointment.
"What?" Amy asked.
"I was hoping for some snowfall and make the scene more romantic,"
She let out a laugh.
"Aw, But it's the seventh of February. No snow expected,"
"Well, I wanted this to be perfect. Like in movies when the couple kiss there is rain or snow, or even leaves fall. This type of thing,"
She stood there looking at him.
"And here I thought you hated those kinds of movies,"
"I still do." He shrugged trying hard to look as if he doesn't care.
"Don't try, I know you like romantic movies. Caught ya'." She winked at him.
"Don't make me eat you." He grinned.
She blushed hard at this and looked down.
"Will you like that?" He took a step towards her till she could smell his minty breath.
"I d-don't know." She stammered. He placed his thumb over her lower lip.
"To hell with everything, let's find a hotel," He suggested.
"For what?" She raised her eyebrows.
"For some alone time, Relax I won't do anything unless you ask for it. Which, I'm pretty sure you would. Very soon."
She rolled her eyes and smiled.
"Let's go to the hotel, where I'm staying. It's pretty cozy. We'll order room service,"
He smiled and kissed her forehead, then grabbed her hand.
"Okay, Wealthy. Come on."
" Don't call me that, Asshole." She looked at him and raised her left eyebrow.
"You shouldn't call your boyfriend 'Asshole' you know, It's not romantic,"
"I'll call you that because I know you love it when I call you that." She grinned.
"I do not love that name,"
"Yes, you do. I know." She kissed him on his cheek and they kept walking.
Hand in hand. And arguing like an old married couple.
She opened the door and he walked in.
"What a gentleman for me." She called after him, sarcastically.
"You told me to get inside, So I did." He sat down on the single bed and held up his hand in surrender.
"But you should have told me to go in first because I'm a girl," She sat down beside him.
"God, Amanda. Give me a break will you?"
"Oh, so now you'll talk like that," She turned her face towards the wall.
"I'm just a little tired, that's all." He tried to take her hand in his but she didn't let him.
"Amy."
"What?"
"At least look at me." He pleaded.
She looked at him.
"Why did you do that?" She asked.
"What did I do?"
"Why did you take those drugs?"
He took a deep breath.
"It's over now, so what's the use of talking about it?"
"I want to know, Ansel." She grabbed his hands in hers.
He didn't say anything but kept looking at her.
"It was impossible for me to forget you," He said, finally.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
"You're my first love, Amanda. I know it sounds stupid, a bad boy who flirted with girls and never dated fell for his neighbor. But, that's how it is. I had no control over it, I loved you then and I love you now. I tried drugs to make my mind numb. But, my love for you is so strong that even those drugs couldn't make me forget you,"
Her eyes filled with tears, she cupped his face in her hands.
"Ansel, I know that you know I have loved you ever since that day. I loved Jung, but my love for him was not as powerful as the love I have for you is, I promise you I'll never ever leave you. I'll never stop loving you."
"I promise you too, I'll always love you and I'll always be with you. No matter what." He whispered.
They rested their foreheads against each other. And stayed like this for a while.
Finally, they pulled away and he placed a kiss on her lips.
"Let's order room service," She suggested.
"We'll do that later, Come here." He pulled her towards him and laid down on the bed with her on top of him.
"We'll talk a little bit, okay?"
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and rested her head on his chest.
"It's your day, We'll do whatever you want,"
He grinned and in one swift motion pinned her to the bed and got on top of her.
"Whatever I want?" He asked.
"Depends on what you want," She replied, her heart beating fast.
He cupped her face in his hands and leaned in.
Her heart was beating a thousand times in a minute.
What was going to happen?
He placed his lips over hers and started kissing her, softly.
After some time his kiss became hungry and needy and his hands traveled to the hem of her shirt.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and waited for his next move.
His hand gripped the hem of her shirt. And she gasped.
He started lifting her shirt over her head when
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