I gazed at my hand, the marks of her teeth were still here.
“I’m sure, I haven’t done anything stupid than this," I said with a sigh.
“No way…,” I thought, covering my face as I remember something more dreadful.
“I’m sure she was drunk…. she won't remember anything of that conversation," I mused, exhaling heavily.
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“It hurts…,” I said, blowing over my hand slowly.
“Soo..rry…,” she mumbled.
“I can let it go…,” I replied, with a smile.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because….. I like you,” I said, meeting her gaze.
“Eh!,” she murmured and continued. “You’re so….”
“What?” I asked with sparkling eyes.
“Warm…,” she mumbled, shifting herself closer to me and wrapped her hands around me.
“You shouldn’t be doing this…..,” I mumbled.
“What do you like about me?” she asked.
“Everything….,” I replied.
“Did you already know…?” I asked.
“Eh! You make it so obvious,” she replied, with a vague smile.