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What is love?

He asked himself as he opened his eyes the next morning.

Is it the sound her slightly opened mouth made as she breathed in uncomfortably caused by her blocked nose?

Is it the way her chest raised up and down slowly as the air filled in her chest cavity?

Or is it the way her petite fingers clutched on the comforter that sat right below her belly button where her pyjamas had pooled right below the bra?

Or is it the way his heart felt when he woke up knowing that she had stayed beside him, sleeping?

Or maybe it's the hangover.

To be honest, he didn't really have the answer. He don't how to describe it. He wanted to try and show it. He tried to show it with a small kiss planted right below her jaw, slowly going up to the jaw itself waking the girl slowly.

The body underneath squirmed. 'Lew?' She mumbled, voice slightly harsh from the lack of lubricant. 'Morning.' He muttered and his lips had covered hers.

'Oh well hello there.' A smile cracked on her face and kissed him right back through the kiss.

'Thank you.' He brought her right hand up and slowly kissed the knuckles.

She scrunched her forehead in confusion before her lips formed an 'o' noting on last night's incident. 'How's the head?' She rested her hand right on the nape of his neck slowly rubbing the warm skin. He closed his eyes and felt the hair on the back of his body rose at the touch.

'Surprisingly better.'

'Surprisingly better, huh?' She muttered with a smile lingered on her face. She raked the hair on his forehead probably crushed by the pillow last night and proceeded to mess it up some more. He watched as she left to the bathroom and he laid down back against the pillow.

The thing he couldn't stop thinking was the fact that he could not stop comparing Karlie and Elle. He brought his hands up and tugged on the thick locks of his head.

How Karlie and Elle are two different world.

How Elle is a sophisticated while Karlie is slightly naive.

How Elle is always calm in every situation even in that close to her death; Karlie panicked almost over single things.

How sensible Elle is while Karlie is still playful and childish.

How Karlie is not Elle.

He was being unfair, he knew. He scolded himself all the time when it came to that matter. 2 years weren't enough for the boy forgot his most perfect one year long relationship.

'Lewy?'

Her soft voice calling snapped him from his thoughts. 'That's a deep thought you're having. What are you thinking?' She had pulled on a shirt she must have scrambled somewhere from his drawer and tucked it in her black jeans.

'I-I can't tell you.' His glance dropped down and he felt ashamed.

'Is it bad?' She asked cautiously.

'Kinda.' He admitted. He brought his hand up and caressed her cheeks, 'I like you, okay. Karlie, I do. I-I just need time.'

She nodded, a hint of disappointment in her eyes as she half heartedly smile, 'You take all the time you need. I'll still be here.'

His hands fell on her shoulder and before she could do anytime, he pulled her in his embrace. 'You don't understand how much that meant to me.' He rocked her body back and forth, enjoying her warmth.