Lessons From Romance

Late News

The feeling was fresh and he didn't think he hated it. Luhan felt his lips brush hers in a slow menacing manner again and he did it again before his pulse quickened. Very soon his mind was spinning and he thought he wanted to bandage those cuts on her insides.

And he kissed her lips again slowly before Namjoo grabbed his arm to pull her head away as if to hesitate. He could hear her soft mellow breathing through his closed lids. Their foreheads were connected and his nose brushed against her cheek. He gulped slightly before opening his lids to peer at her.

The bright of his lights bounced off her face fairly and he could see the dew drops on her face rolling down. The warmth of it took a stroll down to his thumb where it ended and he watched her press her lips together tightly before releasing them to eat another gulp of breath. By then he couldn't tell what he was thinking anymore, but he liked the sensation warping through him.

Closing his eyes he tilted his head into a lower position to lock lips with her before she could close them again. Namjoo's tears pressed into his face slightly before he felt the movement of her lips penetrating into his. When her hands hesitantly touched his jawline with fingers combing into his hair, he didn't think kissing anyone had felt as good as this.

The bright lights first hit his senses before his eyes slowly opened the next morning. Shifting his head a little he wondered why he was so uncomfortable. There was a split pain moving up his back like bolts of lightning. His fingers trailed over a soft surface and he had to wait for his eyesight to clear before he finally caught sight of Namjoo sleeping in front of him.

Compared to yesterday's uncivilized Namjoo, she looked peacefully drenched in calm. The Namjoo he knew should look like this. His eyes instinctively roved down her face before landing those lips he'd possessed yesterday. Then suddenly her eyebrows twitched and she moved her face toward the floor before releasing a sleepy moan. Quickly withdrawing his arm from around her at once he watched her sit up as if alarmed. Panicking about whether she knew what position they'd been sleeping in he tried to think up a few excuses that would sound legit. Instead Namjoo just clasped her head and groaned painfully.

Catching sight of the beer cans around them Luhan felt relief pulsate through him realizing they'd never made it to his room, but slept on the ground.

Wait...never made it to his room...Luhan felt his breath catch in his throat.

"Ah...what the..." Namjoo muttered, massaging her head looking around.

Keeping his eyes away from her he slowly rose to sit up. He was suddenly a little nervous. If Namjoo remembered what happened last night he immediately wanted to dig a hole and bury himself.

When she turned to look at him he felt his eyes widen. "W...what?"

"I have a headache," Namjoo mumbled. "Don't you have one?"

Luhan blinked at her and quickly realized she was hung over, but he wasn't. Well of course, compared to him Namjoo had easily drunk more beer, especially on an empty stomach.

"D...do you..."

Namjoo turned to look at him again and he felt cold sweat form at the back of his neck.

"What?" She asked.

He cleared his throat and awkwardly laughed, "You knocked out pretty fast last night."

A frown crossed her face, "I did? I don't remember anything. I'm going to use your bathroom."

"Oh...sure." He watched her walk by him and felt his nerves go haywire.

Did Namjoo...really not remember anything?

If she wasn't putting on an act...luck was on his side!