The First Kiss

"Happiness is not something you postpone for the future; it is something you design for the present."

Abhimanyu's Perspective

"You know you should..." She paused, pulling a serious mask, "You should kiss me to prove that you want me."

"I'll make sure you never touch alcohol hereafter." I shook my head, murmuring. "I can't do this now, baby. I promise to kiss you when you're sober."

"Why?" She pulled me closer by gripping my collar. "Why don't you kiss me? Are my lips chapped?" She pouted those luscious lips that I could chew and jerked me back. "Or do I stink?"

"God! You're making it difficult for me; go back to your seat, Shree." I groaned, trying hard not to follow her words. She'll be mad when she'll come to know about it.

"No...I think you stink that's why you keep retreating." She leapt to conclusion and I gripped her both hands. "I don't stink."