Imela's POV.

A kiss was the last thing I expected, but it was what I needed. I didn't realise it until our lips touched, and I didn't want him to pull away. The cars passing by flashed their lights, and a few blew their horns, but my mind did not move from Oliver. He'd kissed me before, but this was different; this felt special, and even after he pulled away, I touched my lips, feeling giddy.

He stared at me as if making sure I was okay with all that. I was, and he must have seen it because he didn't offer any apology and instead smiled.

We returned to...