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♡ Chapter Twenty-Four; Sorry, Kiss or Kill.♡
He was kidding, wasn’t he?
I stared at him ridiculously. “Hey, old man. Did you lose your brain somewhere?” That man frowned.
“Old man?” He scoffed, “I’m still in my early forties.”
What. The. Fuck?
I think I just saw one of my nightmares.
That man looked like a fifty year old geezer.
At least, he didn’t deny the fact the he did lose his mind somewhere in these dirty streets.
I looked at Adam’s eyes with determined eyes, making him scowl at me.
“If you are going to do what I’m thinking that you are going to do, then please don’t do anything.” I rolled my eyes.
“Well, you won’t know what I’m gonna do, until you actually see it.” His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to say something, but I shut him up with my lips locking with his.
I could feel him freezing in his spot. I didn’t want to lose this chance to know where the hell we were, so I had to make this look like at least a make-out session or we are dead for good.
Okay, let’s be honest here, I may sound careless, and I might have looked so brave, but actually in my mind, I’m screaming and hitting myself for doing such a thing.
Why the hell did I do that?
And why does it feel so damn good, even though he is not even moving an inch?
I held him tightly with my hands on his neck, blocking the view of me by putting him in front of the man, so that it looks like I’m really into it.
When the hell did I have such an amazing control of myself while kissing?
His lips felt soft, really soft, and even though I was practically forcing him to kiss me, I didn’t mind it.
The biggest part of me, knew that Adam wouldn’t make a move, I mean, if I were in his place, I would either throw a fit or freeze, since that is the only two options.
But he responded.
He put his arms around my waist, caging me, and before I knew it, he started kissing back.
My hands held onto him tightly, and I was closing my eyes harshly, trying my hardest not to enjoy this.
But gosh! That guy is such an amazing kisser.
And with that, my mind got snapped back to reality that we had to find our way back home. I let go of his shirt, and pulled away slightly, breathing deeply. He was staring at me, and I stared back.
“W-why are you blushing?” I whispered, looking at his red face. He chuckled lightly, not gazing away from my eyes.
“Why are you blushing?” He shot back. He was saying the truth, I could feel how warm my face felt.
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