Hugo sat frozen on the couch, staring at Loli like his brain had completely shut down. She was so beautiful it felt like his eyeballs were being blessed, and honestly, he was surprised he hadn't passed out yet.
His heart thudded like a drum, his thoughts running wild. 'Should I… make a move?'
This was one of the greatest dilemmas Hugo had ever faced in his 18 years of existence.
He was battling with himself in his seat, trying to determine whether to risk everything in one gamble.
His imagination took over. If he leaned in and kissed her now, she might look shocked for a second, but then her lips would curl into a smile, and she'd melt into his arms, whispering,
"Hugo, I've been waiting for you to do this." Then he'd deepen the kiss and explore all the other tantalizing spots of her body with his lips.
He could already hear the victory music playing in his head like the final boss of life had just been defeated.
