Yulia’s POV
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The second I snapped back to my senses, I pulled away from him immediately, ruining the moment.
What the heck just happened? We were out in the plain view of everyone, yet he chose not to give a damn about anyone around. He freaking claimed my lips without permission. And me, the fool, how did I even fall for it, skipping the fact that my anger at him hadn't faded just yet?
“I didn't mean to, Yulia. I'm really sorry.” He apologized for the umpteenth time.
And of course he never gets tired of apologizing over and over again, like it would fix anything.
“You dare embarrass me this way?!” I slapped him hard across the face, hating the way he casually licked his lip afterward.
“Still, I'm sorry.” He gave me this look, the one that stirred a little guilt in me.
“Huh?!
