Dara's POV

I slowly traced my finger around his face; his tall slender nose, his strong chin, his perfect eyebrows. He smiles but kept his eyes close. I then slowly trace my finger in his jaw, stopped then moved it ever slowly under his lower lip and again slowly moved it upward, toward his lips.

" Why is your lips so red? Is it lipstick?" I smiled mischievously. He chuckled. I was waiting for him to answer. After some seconds, his answer made me pout. He openned his eyes and looked directly in mine.

"A lot of Kiss..." I felt irritated so I pushed his head off my lap and moved to stand up. He's laughing as he grabbed my hand before I can even stand. "I'm just joking." He said chuckling as he sat beside me. I pulled my hand and crossed it over my chest.

"Not funny..." I answered - because the truth is we haven't kiss yet.

I'm curious but I don't think I'll go as far to ask him first - not yet anyway. He should make the first move.

So of course when he answered kiss - my irrational, jealous self -  will realize it's not me. He moved closer and pulled me into a hug.

I squirmed but he held tighter.

'I'm sorry, don't be mad." He looked at me but I turned my face away. He tried to follow so he can look straight in my eyes. "It's my genes and also I don't smoke, lip balm also works." he cpntinued as he tries to make me look at him.

I do believe him, but for some odd reason - i liked this feeling. Pretending you're mad and acting jealous so he would try every possible way to reassure you. 

So yes, i continued pretending to be mad.

He suddenly stopped and grabbed my face. I looked down and kept myself from smiling.

"Dara..." he called but I still didn't look up. "... do you also wan