Emma's Mark

YAASK

Raz kept smirking at me. It was hard not to get distracted by his facial expression. I enlarged my eyes and shook my head telling him to stop distorting his face.

"Brain freeze," Mark said while pinching the bridge of his perfect nose.

"Let me get you a mug of warm water," I said.

Raz excitedly ran towards me when I approached the counter.

"Aren't you gonna introduce me?" Raz asked.

"Only if you give me a mug of warm water," I said smiling.

Raz hurriedly grabbed a big mug, half-filled it with steaming hot water and scooped ice to make it warm.

I hurriedly walked to Mark and asked him to put the side of the mug between his brows.

"Thanks."

"No pro," I said.

"No pro?"

"No problem," I said.

War and I usually say that to each other.

Mark rolled the side of his mug on his forehead.

"Sorry about convincing you to try my favorite a frap."

Mark put the mug down and continued massaging the bridge of his nose.

" It's almost seven. I have to go." Mark said.

I smiled and waved goodbye to Raz.

Mark pushed the door open and held it for me.

"So are you interested to learn how to kiss properly?" Mark asked.

"Are you qualified?" I asked.

"Well, the girls gave me high ratings for satisfaction."

"Really?" I asked.

I turned right at the corner of 78th Street.

"Where are you going?" Mark asked.

"My apartment is just here. The third building from Starbucks."

I can't believe Mark forgot where I live. He used to walk me home.

He nodded and walked next to me. After twenty paces, we reached the facade of my apartment.

I pressed the buzzer to 3F.

"Emma? Is that you?" Mama's voice squealed from the buzzer speakers.

"Yes!"

Mark took my right hand and kissed my knuckles. That gave me more chills than kissing Mark on the lips.

"Let me share my skills, Emma. I want to teach you how to express passion and emotion with your beautiful mouth," Mark murmured.

"May I inspect your teeth?" I asked smiling.

He stepped closer to me and opened his mouth. No cavities. No fillings. His breath smelled like a fresh breeze of spring and green grass.

"So when do you want me to tutor you how to kiss?"

"Are you serious about this whole kissing lesson thing?" I asked.

"I am."

"I make it my life's goal to teach as many girls possible how to kiss properly."

"What?"

This was shocking to hear.

"How many girls have you kissed?"

"A hundred and eighteen girls."

I couldn't believe my ears. How can a seventeen-year-old guy kiss a hundred and eighteen girls?

"You are a serial kisser," I said.

"I never thought of myself that way but I love the title. Some girls actually call me that."

I couldn't believe this was the Mark First I met two years ago.

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What does YASK stand for?

Clue: 유 알 아 시리알 키서

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