Hmm, my lips taste different.
The thought crept in while I smack my lips together. I don't remember wearing any chapstick lately. But there's still lingering taste in my mouth. I kept smacking my lips, trying to decipher what it could be.
Was it the mint I ate earlier... or something else?
Could the “something else” be Emmett’s lips? The thought crept in, uninvited, whispered by that insistent voice in my head. I shook my head quickly, trying to dispel the memory of the kiss. I can’t believe I did that. Without hesitation, I’d leaned in and kissed him—right on the lips. Alecks hadn’t even dared me to kiss him there specifically, but I went for it anyway.
Why did I do that? I don’t know. It was one of those impulsive, heat-of-the-moment decisions. No one forced me. It was entirely my choice. Now, I’m stuck with the memory, the lingering taste of Emmett’s lips on mine, and the sinking realization that I’ll probably never forget it. No amount of mouthwash is going to scrub that away.
Maybe if I eat enough lemons, the sour taste will replace the sweetness from Emmett's lips.
I tore my thoughts away from the kiss and turned my head toward the closer door. “What’s up with Asher today?” I asked, trying to distract myself. My eyes lingered on the closed door, wishing for some kind of x-ray vision to see what was happening with him and Emmett outside. I wasn’t sure why, but I found myself more curious than I wanted to admit. “He looks irritated. Did something happen today?” I glance back to the group, each looking unsure how to answer my question.
The group exchanged glances. Hanz and Alecks looked equally clueless, while Samuel and Lance sipped their iced coffees—cups adorned with adorable little cat ears. They must’ve gone to that cat café earlier.
Alecks shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen him this irritated before.”
“Yeah, something’s definitely bugging him,” Lance added, swirling his coffee with the paper straw they had provided. “We could ask him, but the chances of him giving us an answer? Same as pigs flying.” He shakes his head before taking a sip of his coffee.
“If I throw a pig off a cliff, does that count as flying?” Samuel chimed in, wearing a goofy grin.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at his ridiculousness. “Seriously?”
“What?” Samuel shot me a confused look. “Technically, it’s flying—for a bit. Gravity’s just doing its job faster than the pig.” He shrugged his shoulders, looking as if he made a huge point.
Well, he did, not until Lance glared at him from the side. Lance groaned, shaking his head and patting Samuel on his shoulder. “The point is, Asher doesn’t open up much. He’s always been the type to deal with his problems on his own. Group projects? He’ll do the whole thing solo and still give credit to the others.”
“Isn’t that... unfair?” I asked, furrowing my brows. I honestly will feel guilty if someone in my group has soloed everything without even asking others for help.
Alecks shook his head. “Not to Asher. He doesn’t care about fair or unfair. He just wants the job done.”
Lance let out a long sigh, holding up his now-empty coffee cup. “Ugh, I should’ve gotten a large.” He shook the cup in disappointment.
"And some extra straws," Samuel adds before frowning down at the his deteriorated paper straw. "Paper and liquid isn't a great pair."
I nod my head at Samuel before glancing at Lance. “Aren’t you fresh out of the hospital?” I arched a brow at him.
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In Your Dreams
Romance"Dreams have meaning," They say. "Dreams symbolize your current life situation," They say. Well, what does it mean and or symbolizes when I see that asshole, Emmett Larkin's face in my dreams? I doubt that means anything apart from he's the worst p...
