Nina’s POV:
Gazing into his icy blues, the internal war refuses to defuse. Instead, it got much more uncontrollable. He bites his kissable lips and swallows eagerly. His fingers tangle with mine, waiting for the answer to his confession.
What should I do?
I replied with one of the worst responses possible.
I burst out laughing at his declaration.
“What? Are you trying to flirt with me now, Matt? Oh, my goodness, is that your flirting face? You better lay off the alcohol!” I pulled my hand back and covered my unnatural laughter.
With a shaky hand, I grab the wet glass. The bartender glances at us once in a while, shaking his head. Possibly in disapproval of my actions at my friend’s confession.
I took a sip of my drink and took a glimpse at Matt. His eyes were fixated on th
