When Marceline passed out, Kira quickly caught her in his arms. He lifted her body, carrying her in a bridal style.
He didn't know why she suddenly lost consciousness. Deep down, he was very disappointed since she didn't even mention her name.
He gazed down as he watched the unconscious lady in his arms. "She is one strange lady," Kira mumbled, his lips curling up in a small smile.
Everything was just getting exciting. Too bad their fun conversation ended right away because she fainted.
'Are you sure that you are referring to 'fun conversation', not the kiss?' Kira's inner self had spoken again.
The kiss… it all started with a stolen kiss and they ended up exchanging a long deep passionate kiss. He felt weird. He didn't hate the idea of kissing her.
Subconsciously, his gaze landed on her soft kissable lips. He gulped hard as he felt the urge to kiss her again. Her rosy lips were like inviting him but he tried to control himself.
