"Should we go now?"
I said, shrugging my left shoulder a little as I looked at the time.
It was 5 in the evening, just a few hours before the summit.
"Just a few minutes."
The girl who sat beside me, with her head laying comfortably on my shoulder, said softly.
I turned, feeling her silver hair brushing past my face.
Shyamal breathed slowly, her fingers interlocked with mine while her soft body stuck close.
"We will be late if you keep on doing this," I replied, rubbing her cheek with my free hand.
"Just a little more," she mumbled as she adjusted her body until we were glued together.
'What a clingy girl,' I thought with a light smile, pinching her cheek.
[What a bastard guy.]
And my smile vanished at El's comment.
'Can you stop doing this?'
[I should be the one saying it.]
'What am I doing?'
