The silence that loomed over us made it more difficult to stare at him in the face. My eyes kept settling on his lips and I could remember vividly what his lips tasted like. How I had kissed him like my heart depend on it.
I covered my face with my hands. I felt so ashamed of myself. Kissing someone who doesn't love me. Why did I make the same mistake I made some years ago, again, I thought.
I removed my hands from my face and placed them on my lips. Remembering how he had kissed me back made me flush. I mentally slapped myself for smiling even in a situation like this.
He cleared his throat and I raised my head to look at him. He stared at me with disgust and I quickly placed my hands on my cheek. I must be flushing again. I chuckled nervously. Ignoring my look, he went to sit down on
