“Argh! Stop touching your lips already!”

I don’t know what the hell is going on right now but I know one thing for sure—I’m embarrassed and to fuck with that. I don’t care anymore! For me, this is all a dream and if it means that I need to do things on my own, I will never let anyone spoil this. I’m going to enjoy this and it’s impossible to do that with all the ladies trying to get something out of this guy. Damn his good looks!

Speaking of this guy, now he just can’t stop touching his lips from the moment we left that theme park! I’m embarrassed to say the least and I can’t really face him without remembering the feel of his lips against mine–and him touching his lips will never let my embarrassment die!

He looks at me for a moment, then looks away, and then sighs. What the hell was that for?!

I stopped walking since this walk seemed pointless and I don’t really know where we're going. I pulled his arm and made him face me. All along I thought he was taller than me but guessing now maybe we’re just on the same height.

“Stop touching your lips!”

He sighs again, looks away, but this time, faces me for real. “I-I can’t.”

Thump-thump. Did my heart just skip a beat with this guy’s flushed look?

Is he seriously flushed right now with embarrassment too? I observed him more and… oh shit! He is flushed! His face almost doesn’t show anything but his ears—his ears are really red!

That made me laugh and I mean laugh that throwing-your-head-back-kind-of-laugh!

“Tsk! Stop laughing!” He turns himself in the other direction to face me away.

I don’t know for how long I was laughing but it had to be the one of the best laughs I had in my life. I felt satisfied laughing like that and all of this is because this guy is flushed and he looks… terribly adorable.

DID I JUST CALL THIS GUY ADORABLE?! Yes… Yes, actually, I did and I still think so.

I wipe the tears of joy that I had and made him face me again. “O-Okay, okay. I’m sorry I laughed.” It was even harder apologizing without laughing again. He raises his eyebrow at me and I controlled myself even harder not to laugh again. “I’m not going to laugh at you anymore, but you also have to stop touching your lips.”

“I told you I can’t.” He started walking away while touching his lips!

I ran to catch up to him. “Hey! I told you stop—" He suddenly stopped walking that I bumped myself on his back, almost hitting my head with his. “Ouch!”

He faces me and this time he really looks at me with his serious expression. I'm suddenly nervous because his face is too close to mine again, like when we kissed. I tried my best not to look down to his lips. I’m shouting inside that I should not look at them no matter what!

He suddenly grins and—ah yes, there’s the same asshole. “You stole my first kiss, dummy, just let me sink in that idea.”

Where is that shocked-Pikachu meme when you need it because that’s exactly my reaction right now!

“I-I stole… your… uhm…”

It is as if the tables have turned and now, I feel myself blushing—and he, with that playful grin, knows exactly that he now has the upper hand in this teasing.

“You stole my first kiss. Not that I mind it, take all my kisses if you want to. But it felt so good, I can’t stop think about doing it again. Now, let me touch my lips before I do so.”

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Before I could even ask where we are going again, in a blink of an eye, we are already at this beautiful garden place. Not only that, he also changed his clothes again. I’m not even surprised anymore with all of these things happening all at once. This is just a dream. I repeat it on my mind a couple of more times, this is just a dream. Everything is just a dream.

“How long do you plan on staring at nothingness again, dummy?”

“How long do you plan on staring at nothingness again, dummy?”

I rolled my eyes and finally sit on the chair in front of him in this table. “How do you do this?”

He calls the attention of a waitress and asked for two drinks that I can’t even pronounce the name. Then he looks at me. “Do what exactly?”

“This.” I gestured us and this whole place. “How did we just miraculously get here and how are you changing your clothes every single moment?”

He looks to himself in such an innocent way that he looks like a kid who’s pouting for being accursed of doing something bad. I immediately told myself that I should stop thinking how cute he looks like that, almost like a puppy; and should really stop noticing his lips!

Damn his lips for always making this about them!

He then shrugs and removes his glasses. “Everything is possible and I like to take advantage of that. Don’t be too stingy about my clothes, didn’t you notice that every time I change, you also do?”

I didn’t get what he meant by that at first but when I looked at myself—yup, I was shook to see myself wearing something completely different from what I remember I wore this morning. Okay, I just give up. No need to know how this is happening.

Our drinks came and they only look like a regular orange juice. I gave it a taste and it also tastes like orange juice but better. It tastes so good that before I could even notice it, I already finished my glass.

This guy chuckles and looks at me amusingly. “No need to ask if you like it, don't you?”

I only nodded and he asked for one again but I told the waitress for two. He just laughs me and really looks at me as if I am the most entertaining person in the world.

I’m already on my second glass when I ask him, “What’s with it place? I mean why did you choose it?”

“Like I told you, you have an excellent taste with your literature. This place happens to have the best library any booklovers would want to go to. I figured that you want to see it.”

“But I have never heard of this.”

He smiles. “It exists, don’t worry. You can come back whenever you like.”

This guy excused himself for a moment and to be honest, I lost how many glasses I bottomed-up when he was away. I don’t know if it’s because I’m thirsty or what but this juice is really good. When he came back, he said we can go to the library now.

When I stood up, ah shit there it was.

“I-Is there alcohol in our drink?”

He raises his brow at me. “Yeah. Why do you ask? Do you feel dizzy? You only had three.”

I smiled guilty and laugh. “Let’s just go.”

The library part of this place is just… beyond my expectations. I know I am not considered a complete booklover because I barely read all the time but I certainly like some non-fiction books. But this place is just wow. Not only the books but the totality of this whole library is just straight out of a booklover’s dream library.

We strolled to the shelves and I found some books that I thought was interesting to read someday. Not now, though, I’m too drunk to even read more than the descriptions and synopsis of the books.

Yes, way drunk than I should be. That type of drunk that is not wasted but still drunk. I already have that feeling of light-headedness.

“Seriously, dummy, how many drinks did you have? You’re burning.”

I didn’t even notice that he was already supporting me so I don’t fall.

I laughed even though nothing’s funny. “How many I what? Pfft. I drank the right amount of that juice!”

“Dummy!”

I pushed him and cornered him on this shelf. “Let me be the one to ask you a question, you pervert.” I took a deep breath. “W-What do you mean that I stole your first kiss?”

He laughs and crosses his arms on his chest. “I mean it as it is.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Are you being serious right now? I am your first kiss? Like you seriously haven’t kissed anyone yet?”

He grins as if taunting me; he’s enjoying this very much. “Yes, dummy, I believe that’s the definition of first kiss.”

“Oh.” Let move away from him but that was the biggest mistake I did.

It was his turn to corner me in this shelf behind me. “How about you? Have you kissed too many people already?”

Actually, if I’m going to consider my first real kiss—it wouldn’t really be a first kiss at all. It was just an innocent not-knowing-what-you-are-doing-type of kiss between two children. But it was so long ago and I can still remember it, so I guess I should still consider it as my first.

I shrug. “At least you’re not my first.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “You’re being cute, dummy. Now, let me ask you a question.”

I didn’t know I was staring back at him, but he has such beautiful eyes. “Ask away, pervert.”

“Why did you kiss me?”

“Easy.” Is it possible to get lost just by staring at someone’s eyes like this? “I didn’t like the girls following and invading your privacy like that. It was ruining this dream.”

He laughs again. “Seriously, how many of those drinks did you take?”

“I told you, just enough.”

“Yeah, enough to make you this honest.” He looks at me then looks at my lips then looks back up again. “Were you jealous of them?”

I know we’re not alone. I can already here the murmurs of some people that has been passing this section of the library where we are. Perhaps because they don’t know whether to just go here or just completely ignore and leave us. They have been doing the latter but I can still their comments about this guy’s good looks again.

“W-Why…” I swallowed; why do I suddenly feel sour for planning to lie? “Why would I be jealous of them?”

He shrugs. “I’m the one asking here, dummy. Stop looking at my lips.”

“I didn’t know I was even doing that!”

“Well, you are, dummy, and you’re making me want to kiss you so stop it and answer me.”

I didn’t want to answer him because my answer was even more surprising for myself. So, instead of answering him—I did what we both wanted.

I pulled him for another kiss.