The drummer boy

There is a bruise near his hair line so i lean on him to put medicine on it. I am caught in those eyes again. What is wrong with me, my face is getting closer and closer to his. Our lips touch, i passionately kiss him. I can taste his blood on the lips. "ow" he says. Even his lips hurt, he still kiss me with all he has. It was my fault that this has become a make-out session. The kiss ends, we pull our face away. "Ash, i'm so sorry" i say. He smiles using his thumbs to touch my cheek "I love it Cassie. Don't worry". "And it's less painful too" he gigles. I blush. So does that mean he loves me too? I don't know. No guy would reject a kiss right?