Kisah seorang perempuan yang naif, dengan crushnya

'Luna,' he started, standing right in front of me, his hoodie brushing against my chest, 'In case I failed to make it obvious by now,' his lips pulled up into a smirk, 'I like you,' he lifted his right hand, tracing it over my cheek and down towards my chin and neck, 'And if being friends means I can't kiss you,' he slowly dragged the tip of his tongue over his lips, 'I don't want to be your friend.' 💜