June POV
"Oh goodness! Please wake up, Stacy!" The words keep coming from my mouth multiple times. I also do chest compression for a few minutes, but no responses from her.
Then, I stare at her face, especially on her heavy upper lips. Again, for another time, it reminds me of how it touches my brims, during the truth or dare game. My heart races insanely, as if I had a thing for this girl.
At the moment, the logic nudges my nerves. I shake my head and tell myself that this is emergency state, and I must act fast. Casting away the wild imagination of Stacy kissing me during the dare game, I directly grip her cheeks gently and give CPR, letting my lips touching her for the second time.
In some seconds onwards, I pull myself and continue compressing her chest. In the middle of it, Sta
