“Hey… what’s wrong?” I instantly wiped off my tears and looked away from his face. I gulped in and tried to pull my hair to cover my face. He held my shoulders with both of his hand and turned me to face him. His fingers run through my hair and slipped it behind my left ear. The touch of his warm fingers passes through my cheeks. While another hand was pulling the oversize T of to cover my thighs, only I realized that I’m wearing his jersey and without pants on. I blushed and tried to pull the T-shirt so it will extend longer. A hot rush just came and I was totally in dilemma, I looked him in the eyes and begging for something I don’t know. I closed my eyes and hope God will guide me for some reason.
They are soft and warm when they touched me on my cheek. His lips were the only thing I saw when I tried to peep. I bit and pout my lips a little and the tears start again. The next thing that came to my conscience, his lips are on mine. My lips are locked to his as he leaned forward. “I like your cute pouty lips,” he whispered and pressured his lips on mine again, harder this time.