“I knew it… I look ugly and I look like a boy. I shouldn’t-”

I’m suddenly cut off by his one word answer, “No.”

He’s stepping forward with his arms falling away from his chest.

“Wha-”

I blush as his hands suddenly land on my cheeks and his succulent lips press against my own. The hands I had once admired in the past move from my heated skin, sliding into my hair, pieces in between his fingers.