“And what if I did?” I responded, looking straight into his eyes. He buffered for a while before he closed his eyes shut.
“God, I’m not your strongest soldier.” I heard him mutter to himself before he heaved a deep sigh.
“My lips may be wounded, but that’s not going to stop me from kissing you if you continue on provoking me.”
“Well, did I tell you to hold back?”
“W-what?”
“Since I’m kind of guilty for letting you get hurt just for my petty revenge idea earlier, you’re now my responsibility. I’ll teach you how to kiss.” Both of us fell into silence after that, only the loud thrumming of maybe mine or Liam’s― or both’s heartbeat could be heard.
F*ck. It was really a bad idea bottling up and denying these feelings. I was a freaking psychologist, but why didn’t I do that? Now, everythin
