mirazono
I could say that my life started spinning out of control when I started hiding things from my best friend, or when I kissed a guy I didn't particularly like on a cold winter's day. But I'd be lying--my life started spinning out of control when I started questioning myself, my beliefs, my decisions. Moon just happened to be part of that.
“You know, though—most girls wouldn’t have let the opportunity slip by.”
“Right.”
“You say that, but if this was a romcom, Santos, we’d already be kissing.”
“And as you might’ve noticed, it isn’t, because in romcoms snow exists only for aesthetic purpose and doesn’t freeze the protagonists to death."
“True… So, no kissing, then?”
“None."
“You sure? The offer still stands for about… whatever it takes Hayley to get here.”
“Moon, it’s you and me. What kind of good could come out of us kissing?”
"Dunno. Wouldn’t you want to find out?”
“Not really, no.”
It was an honest answer, but even so I didn’t make any kind of move to stop him from pressing his lips to mine even though he’d done it so deliberately slowly that I couldn’t have not clued in on it.