i was right. subtle hints of dark coffee and peach remained on her lips. i could also pick up the faint taste of soap. i think i loved it a little too much.
but i didn't have time to enjoy that bliss before i pulled away.
why did i do that.
i'm so fucking stupid.
the girl was bright red and slightly shocked looking, her lips still slightly parted.
"i'm so sorry"
she didn't reply.
"i shouldn't have done that. i'm so sorry"
"it's okay"
"no it's not. i didn't ask and you have a boyfriend!"
"it's okay, chill"
i breathed deeply.
her face had morphed back to her regular one. a little smile on her lips and the bright sparkle in her eye. maybe she didn't mind.
"o-okay"
"let's carry on washing up"
i nodded and joined the girl as we finished washing up the baking equipment.
somehow fleur kept a casual and non-awkward conversation going between us. but my mind didn't once wander from the feeling of her lips against my own.
her boyfriends a lucky dude. and he takes her for granted.
