VIRIDITY • jb

eight.

Mornings are never great. Until now.

As soon as I opened my eyes today, my lips automatically made a smile that actually reached my eyes. I even slapped myself when I realized I'm reminiscing about what took place last night.

My lips touched his in a chaste way, showing how unsure I am about this. But his lips, really soft lips may I add, soon moved against mine, taking the dominance. My hands found his hair, which was probably softer than mine. It's so addicting to run my fingers through them and I think he's also liking what I'm doing.

I swear I felt him smile into the kiss. His hands clutched my waist and gently lifted me to place me on his lap. I wanted to stop. I wanted to make this hard for him. But his lips are just so magical that I'm almost thinking he casted a spell on me.

My mind was shouting that I need to stop, that this is enough. More than enough. My mind was telling me to push him away and put him in a hard situation (or at least I think he would) but I chose to deepen the kiss to tell him not to stop.

It was not a greedy kiss. No tongues. No wildness. Just... passion. That's what it's full of, at least to me. We were just comfortably kissing.

Slapping my hand across my face again, I try to push away these tingling feeling in my stomach. It's just that... I've never been kissed like that. It almost felt as my first kiss.

That's how I want that night to end. But then it finished with a really silent ride to home. I didn't think about it until now, so I guess my mood has already changed.

I take back what I said earlier. Mornings are still never great as ever.

Did I kiss horribly? Did I so something wrong? Or was he just shy? Why the hell would he be shy? Why am I even thinking about it? He said it himself. He ""thinks"" that that will never happen again. Which is equal to this situation being just a game for him. I think?

"What's with the face?" Uncle Wilton asks, sitting across me in the living room.

"You know me. I hate mornings."

He raises and eyebrow. "Hmm, okay. I'll leave you be. But I should remind you that you have school today."

"Oh crap."

My morning went like that. A lot of thinking, a lot of spacing out moments. Hell, I even got inside the wrong classroom. And I accidentally snapped on my professor.

"Rough night?" she asks while going through my worksheet. She was never big on small talks, and I was absolutely taken aback that she spoke up something out of our academic topics.

"Kinda. I'm sorry for acting weird today."

"Was it because of a man?"

I blink. "Why would your first guess be a man?"

"Because based on my observation, you're never like this. And you've never been with a man before," she sighs. "I saw you with a guy last night."

"You were at the club last night?" I gasp.

"No, of course. I saw you at your convenience store," she was holding back a smile and holding herself back to say anything more than that. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

I actually want to say yes to that. I'm feeling like talking to an elder woman about this situation. She wasn't even that old, probably just a year younger than my uncle. I could use some advice from her.

"Uh, am I gonna interrupt a class if we did?"

"No, I have all day. I'm gonna invite you to eat lunch with me anyway," she smiles, arranging the piles of paper on her desk and put it inside her envelope. She seems so happy today, I wonder why. I've never seen her like this.