You Make Me Feel

56. you make me feel

AGNES

I watch him as water wells up in his eyes like an adorable baby. And if I wasn't trying to recover from the concussion I had after I confessed my feelings for him, perhaps, I'd be shedding some tears too.

In the middle of my seventh heaven, he flies in and holds me close to his firm lanky torso. With my arms wrapped around him so tightly, funny how my mind take me back to December, that chaotic afternoon we hugged for the first time. The pleasant taste of his lips still lingers on my mouth.

After hugging for a while that felt like seconds, we set each other free.

"So..." I start timidly, "I guess this means we are officially a couple?"

"We've always been a couple, but not the good kind. I guess we're doing that now."

I blush deeply and I notice his coming strong on his face.

"Well, now that we're official, I want to ask you something. I hope you won't say no."

"When you start out like that, the big tendency to say no outweighs other answers."

He scratches the back of his head. "My bad. Uh, well... can I kiss you... again?"

I almost bite my tongue after my brain receives the message. No words come out of my mouth, the shock of it sends me feeling mousey, at the very bottom of my feelings.

The answer to that question is yes, but how can I say it without saying it? Even if I don't say it, I expect him to see it in my eyes that I would like him to take the initiative, lean forward and kiss me. I haven't gotten enough of his taste on my mouth. The thought of it just feels so felonious, it's pulsating.

I shift my weight, trying to breathe calmly. Not with how my heart pounds excruciatingly in my chest under a tension it's impossible to think.

The right moment reels in and he makes it easy as we bring our heads nearer at the same time, waiting for the instant our lips touch. I smell his breath but I want more than that, and when we almost make contact, a magnetic force pulls us together.

We kiss with all the passion of two people who may never see each other. He cups his hand on my cheek and mine interweaves somewhere in his hair, squeezing so close against the other till the kiss begins to get lazy and our minds tell us to draw back. A pristine flavour dawdles on my tongue, he complements it with the palm of his hand gently and reluctantly trailing the lines on my face.

He moves back, his stoic expression belying the sadness I see in his eyes.

Covering up with a smile, he rushes words out. "Hold on, um... let's make a promise, okay? We won't ignore each other even though we're far apart, we won't forget each other even though we choose to make new friends, and finally, we won't get angry at each other or hurt—"

"Stop! That's way out of line. You can't stop me from getting angry at you if you mess up."

"Alright, well... we'll try not to. And we will wait for each other."

"Just kill me instead!"

He laughs. No matter how serious the situation is, we will always find a way to make it comical. I wonder if that's one talent of his, but I like it.

"So, what if I meet somebody else when you're gone?" I ask.

"Huh!" He snaps.

I giggle at his facial expressions. "Jeez! Don't be so gullible! I'm joking."

He shrugs off my joke. "And—"

"Lastly, you won't say that you love me in front of anyone else."

His eyebrows knit together. "Why?"