Chapter 9
Elliot's POV
I have time to avoid it. I have the time to push him or to slap his face. He is kissing me. Literally kissing me; I can feel his soft lips on my lips. I don't even know how to respond because it is my first time to be kissed. Yeah, it is my first kiss. HE is my FIRST kiss. Should I be angry that he kissed me because he kissed me even though he is not my boyfriend? But I did allow him to kiss me. I thought he was straight?
I don't care. And I admit. I like it. I like the way he touches my lips. Is this the feeling of being kissed? Like you are in heaven even though you are not? Like entering a paradise made by your mind?
I was going to put my hands at the back of his neck when he suddenly removed his lips from my lips. I saw his gloomy eyes like he was regretting that he kissed me; like he didn't like kissing me. Is it because I do not know how to kiss? Or is it because I didn't respond to his kiss?
"I'm sorry. It's a mistake." He said coldly as he fixed his position and waited for the stop light to turn green.
My lips are trembling. Did he just say that it's a mistake?
R-really?
I could feel my face losing its color. Without thinking, my face suddenly faced the window and leaned on it.
I closed my eyes to think. Yes, it should be nothing since we're both guys but I'm not just a guy; I'm gay to be exact. And not only gay, but a gay with dignity and respect to myself and others. I know how to feel shame and I know how to be annoyed. Can I just get off from this car and walk to Florida?
I know what he will think. He will think that I liked the kiss because I didn't even stop him from doing it. I really don't know what to say. My heart suddenly starts beating fast like it will stop anytime. But why do I feel unhappy? Am I hoping that there will be something with us? I know it's impossible because first he is straight and lastly, I am just a BODYGUARD.
"You're not my type"
I clutched to my heart. Why does it hurt so much? I should be holding my arms not my heart because it is the one hit by the bullet. But why is my hand in my heart?
I lost my hold to my coat which I use to press for my wound.
"Elliot... Please make it stop or else we will go to the nearest hospital."
I looked at him. He is still driving and didn't even bother to glance at me.
I grabbed the coat half-heartedly and continued to put pressure on my wound.
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Dmitri's POV
I know that I don't have the right. I don't really need to kiss him. I really have no intention of doing it but because to my fucking ex. I did it. I saw Angela when I looked to the right side of the road. She's with somebody beside the car. My heart was shattered into pieces when I saw how she smiled at the guy. I can feel the pain flowing back to me. I really don't know how to handle the pain. Can I just stop for a while and scream in the middle of the road?
I want to pull her out of the car and shout to her all of my hatred and resentments.
She already moved on from me? That fast?
I know I'm stupid. I know I'm a fool but it still hurts. That's why she is about to look in my direction. I found myself kissing Elliot.
I want to show her that she is not the only one who has the capability of moving on. I want to show her that I found another person to love. Even though in my heart she is still the one; and I don't know how to replace her in my heart.
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