17 17. Cushion.

A hug or a kiss?

I rolled my eyes at him and internally groaned at his mushy words of hug or a kiss.

I am not a kind of person who is desperate to fall in love with chaos, but I am desperate to seek tranquil in love. All I know is, this journey has a nothingness destination. 

Groaning myself, I irritatingly asked. "Is that all you care about? Doesn't anything else bother you expect flirting or annoying?"

Turning his facade towards me his grey eyes displayed the warmth and he shrugged off his shoulder and softly whispered. "I like the mess that draws me to you which you dislike."

And with my bewilder eyes, I gaze at him without blinking my eyes. Amusingly, I nodded my head at his flimsy statement and slowly, turned my face against him and laid the head on the head restraint.

Is he really into me or is he playing with the beat of my heart?