FATE - can a person in one lifetime fall in love with the same person twice?

Chapter 38

We had been staring at each other for what felt like minutes. He leaned in, his eyes shifting between my lips and my eyes, back and forth, making my heart pound with every passing second. When there was barely a breath of space between us, I turned my face away, stopping him in his tracks.

"What?" he asked, sounding almost innocent. "I thought we’d cleared everything up by now!"

"Go find your first love," I muttered, still annoyed about that girl who had kissed his mole—something I hadn’t even done yet.

"Seriously?" He chuckled, clearly amused. "You get jealous way too easily."

"Jealous? Me?" I scoffed. "Never."

"Fine, fine," he said, still leaning over me. "Let's change the subject. Tell me about your first kiss."

"My first kiss?"

"Yeah."

I paused. "Well... I don’t actually remember it. My mom told me about it. She said it was the son of her best friend." I laughed, shrugging. "She also told me why teal is my favorite color."

"Why teal?" he asked, his expression softening.

"It's because of his eyes," I said, hoping to spark a flicker of jealousy.

"Really?" he replied, oddly calm. Why was he so calm?

"Mmm-hmm," I answered, flashing him a big, playful smile, waiting for him to react. But he didn’t.

"Good!" he said, and my smile faded.

"I KISSED HIM WITH MY LIPS," I announced, emphasizing every word to see if that would finally get to him.

"Oh," he replied, his tone still maddeningly calm. "What a lovely childhood."

My blood boiled. Could he not feel a hint of jealousy? Frustrated, I pushed him off me and sat up.

"Where are you going?" he asked, surprised.

"To find my first love," I replied, facing him defiantly.

"At this hour?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed with one leg dangling down, watching me. I stood about half a meter away, arms crossed.

He looked at me with that same amused smirk, clearly unfazed by my attempts to rile him up.

"Yes!" I insisted.

"Why?" he asked, eyebrow raised, clearly enjoying this.

"So I can."

"So you can?"

"KISS HIS PRETTY LIPS WITH MY LIPS!" I nearly shouted, trying to make a point.

"Oh," he replied in that maddeningly calm tone. "You should have told me earlier."

He was clearly not taking my little rebellion seriously.

"You-"

Before I could say another word, he stood up, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close. His lips brushed softly against mine, sending a flurry of butterflies through my stomach, my mind instantly muddled. But just as he was about to deepen the kiss, I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back.

"I'm not in the mood for this," I said, still fuming.

He tilted his head, studying me with a small grin. "So what is your mood telling you to do?" he murmured, sliding his left hand up my thigh while his right hand stayed firmly around my waist.

My heart raced, but I kept my glare steady, refusing to give in so easily.

Still, I could feel myself wavering as his hand slowly traced up my thigh, sending a shiver down my spine. I closed my eyes, trying to steady myself, but his touch was melting my resolve; even the slightest brush of his fingers made me feel weak.