"Don't hit my hands." I said in a croaked voice. He narrowed his eyes at me, ready for his anger. I began to shake in his ominous presence. But, his wrath never came as he let out a disappointed sigh.
"What is the count?" He said. I opened my eyes and looked at his distress form.
"Of what?" I asked in confusion.
"Of our kisses."He said monotonously as he shifted his position, stood beside me and leaned on the wall. I blushed like mad and looked at him. His eyes were closed. I relaxed a bit in his presence. But, that doesn't mean that I am not alarmed. I am still on guard about what he is planning.
"F-Fifth.." I said.
"Wrong." He said. No, I am quite sure that it's the fifth.
"How?" I said, He sighed and began to say,
