I could feel that he was trying to touch my hair. well, he was already touching my ear and....i was feeling things that i shouldn't feel right now... "Why don't you ever keep your hair untied?" he asked. "because it's hot. and you obviously don't know the struggle of curls...wait, why?" He looked like i caught him robbing. It was hard to hold back a laughter but i managed anyway. "Dunno. just love to talk rubbish." "Whatever, so...You wanted to say something? "yeah...so...um...Emma, if something unexpected happened to you right now, what will you do?" there were too much things going on my head that i didn't care that he just untied my hair. i was too much nervous. "do i really need to answer this?" i asked, feeling conflicted. "yeah...." "ok...first...get your hand out of my hair...um...ok...i will-" when i started to talk, i felt his eyes on me. Shit! he was too close! before i could react, he already closed the distance by pressing his lips on mine.