#Chapter98

We stare at one another and fall silent, lost in conflicted thoughts and neither knowing the answer to this problem. It's not a simple case of saying yes. We both feel the same way.

We both know it's too complex for that.

"Kiss me again...properly, like that day in school.... knowing it's me.... Doing it because it's me." It comes out from nowhere, this weird urge deep inside still bruised from his reaction to the kiss in the theatre that day. How his response made me feel about myself. Having him peck me on the lips wasn't the same, and if he's in this weird state of lingo, I...