The kiss was clumsy and awkward, our teeth knocking together and sending a jolt of pain through me. But despite its roughness, that awkward kiss was the sweetest thing ever. Professor Rose even closed her eyes as she pressed her lips against mine.
I didn't push her away. This had always been my plan from the beginning—to make her heart feel me, to let me seep into her.
Everything I said to her was genuine; I meant every word. There might have been a bit of manipulation in my words, but she didn't need to know that.
Her hand, which had been holding a bottle of beer earlier, was still cold and sent a slight chill against my cheek. It wasn't unpleasant, though. In fact, it felt surprisingly good.
After a moment, she suddenly pushed me away, her face a mask of shock, as if she couldn't fathom why she had acted that way.
"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't...!"
