I closed my eyes. I damn need to relax. He just asked a question, and I have to answer it.
"I don't like you," I whispered slowly and clearly. He had no answer to that. When I snapped my eyes open, he was looking at me.
"Damn, I don't want to kiss you, but damn."
It happened too fast. He put his hands on both my cheeks and pressed his lips against mine. I let go of what I was holding and just closed my eyes again as his lips lingered on mine.
This isn't the first time I've been kissed, but I can't explain why it's like this. I can feel chills in my head. The rational part of me wants to push him away because God knows that what we have right now is a fake relationship, yet another part of me wants me to just kiss him and think of nothing else.
"Your lips are like Maoi's."
I felt like, when he said that, he poured cold water on me. I pushed him hard as I felt my face turn red.
