𝑁𝑖𝑛𝑜
"𝐹𝑐𝑘!" I bite my lip and hung my head. My cheeks were red with embarrassment. What am I spewing? What am I blabbing about? Why am I bringing up the kiss topic? I lift my head to him. He was back to his usual mood, that stoic impassive look appeared on his face and I can't tell what is going on in his mind.
"Right," he spoke up, crossing his arms against his chest. "You were prolly drunk the night you kissed me in the basement. What were you thinking?"
"Can we quit this topic?" I inhaled, not liking where the conversation was going. "It was already in the past and I wasn't thinking straight. I wasn't in my best mood and I wasn't drunk, I was driven by my emotions."
𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔! I scolded myself inwardly. I met his eyes but his right eyebrow arched up. Giving me an intentive look.
