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He even held his chin before turning and looking at me with a silly smile on his lips.

"A deep kiss will do." he said calmly and smiling like a maniac.

I was stunned by what he said. When I recovered, I quickly took the yakult trash and threw it at his handsome face.

He closed his eyes when he hit his forehead.

I smiled and looked at him as if teasing.

I stepped back when he walked towards me. His face had no emotion or expression. I just gasped when I felt the coldness of the kitchen counter.

"Hey...Wh-what are you planning?"I stammered and nervously responded to this. I was surprised when he locked me in his arms that were resting on both sides of me. My heart beat even faster when he grinned mischievously.

"Hmmm..watch me" he said like a whisper and without a second thought captured my lips.

I froze from the position with wide eyes and could not react at all.

I felt and realized that his playful tongue had entered my mouth. He was playing inside, moving it around and then sucking it.

Oh my God!

It took him minutes before he stopped and looked at me with a smile.

"Sweet virgin lips." he said and winked before leaving me there stunned.

It was a few minutes before I was caressed and held by my lower lip.

"Watch me..."

"Watch me..."

"Watch me..."

What happened keeps flashing back in my mind.

Oh My God! He just kissed me!

Oh My God! Oh My God! Oh My God!

That's my very very first ever kiss and he just stole it.

I washed my face. I don't know what I must feel.

My first kiss should be special from the man I truly loved. For the man whom will be my first & definitely my last. I just lost one of my precious treasures. Oh! cut the crap. It wasn't lost, that was a crime by Zacharias McHarry Clinton.

I want to rush at him in anger but fuck these butterflies I felt disintegrating in my stomach!? God! What happened to me?

Why am I thrilled? I should be erupting right now. But why!? Damn this unusual feeling!

I walked back and forth in the kitchen. How should I deal with him? I can't see him anywhere.

I just went to the living room and read a magazine that was lying there on the mini-table. But even though I was reading, I couldn't forget what happened. Am I going crazy? even the headline pictures of the magazine, it was replaced by the scene DA happened earlier. Oh my goodness! It's bad

this.

I tried to calm my panicked heart when I heard his footsteps coming down the stairs.

Why am I trembling!? Am I that affected!?

what should I do. I am starting to get panic.

I was even more restless when I saw in my peripheral vision that he walked towards where I was.

Damn this guy! Why is he so close to me?

I pretended not to care about his presence. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I immediately covered my face with a magazine as if I'm reading it seriously.

a few minutes later I became curious about what he was doing. So I slowly put down the magazine I was holding.

"Ahhhhhhh" I screamed because his face exposed me. He was so close to the point that it was as if the magazine was the only thing blocking between the two of us. Oh no, just too much

he really is. Why am I exaggerating, my God!

He closed his eyes when I stopped and said;

"Why are you shouting for woman?" he snorted.

"You...Yes you. Why are you so close to me." I said & point my finger at him.

"Does it matter?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

I was quiet and thought.

"In fact...I am reading the front page." he added.

"Whatever." I said and frowned. I was the one who insisted not to argue.

"Aha! Are you holding my magazine?"

"I probably read something." I answered.

"Really, huh? You might be memorizing the steps or the different styles of having sex there." he said with a grin.

I swallowed but managed to calm down and face him with confidence.

"Like duh! What kind of publishing company would do that kind of obscenity. Eeews! The magazine was involved in your mamanikan." I defended.

I was surprised when he suddenly grabbed it and showed it to me.

"It's good to know that you're interested in these matters baby girl." said the idiot calmly and still smiling.

I read the lede and my mouth was covered.

God! It's a magazine of , wtf! I can't believe it. Is it because my head is so stubborn? I didn't even let him go. There is no finish. It's open.

"Waaaahhhhh." I couldn't stop myself and ran up the stairs. I leaned against the bedroom door panting.

Gosh Abigail! What a fool you are!

it's really embarrassing.

It's a For Him Magazine (FHM). And the page I was supposedly reading was actually about what Clinton was referring to.

"It's good to know that you're interested in these matters baby girl." the annoying thing that was said just now disappeared from my mind.

Do I still have a face to show him?