“Look, about what happened that other time. I would say I’m sorry for kissing you but frankly I’m not. I wanted to do it and if even the chance I would do it again,” he said and I shot him a look. “Just saying,” he shrugged.
I guess it was something unlike nothing. “Why did you kiss me then? You can’t go about kissing people simply because you feel like it.”
Aydan was silent while I looked down at my hands that were in my lap. “Wait, that was your first kiss, wasn’t it?” it was more like a question but he knew the answer when I did not say anything back. “f**k, I feel like such a jerk and arsehole for taking your first kiss,” he said. “I really am sorry about that.”
“It’s okay,” I said quietly. It wasn’t as though he could take it back. What was done was done.
“Then it won’t matter if
