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""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 ! ♡