Ten Kisses for Ten Wishes

""Do you have any girlfriend?" I asked him, only to get another question back by the obviously confused boy in his scrunched brows. His brows weren't too thick or this, it was neat. Was he a model?

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, a girlfriend," I repeated rushingly. Again, it sounded more like a question. "Uhh, no?"

"Do you have a crush?" Feeling impatient, I continue anyway. Cold sweats started to form on my temples and I clenched my fist nervously.

"No?"

"Okay, good." I stared at his lips, naturally reddish-pink and moist. I wonder what's his lipcare routine.

"What do you mean by go-," before he could finish his sentence, I put my hands on his shoulder and tiptoed, then pressed my lips against his.

I surely succeeded in silencing him and the crowd, especially my ex-boyfriend of six years and his current bitch of a girlfriend.

But wait, damn. I'm totally fucked up.

It's Archer!

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E N J O Y ! ♡