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Chapter 22: Meant to be
"All alone?" Minho asked placing his dinner plate across from Emma's seat.
"Not anymore." Emma answered with a small smile. "Did you find anything interesting on the maze? You took longer than usual. Almost everyone has finished dinner."
"Geez… Counting the seconds without me?" the boy asked with a smirk on his face.
"You shouldn't be mocking me. The only reason you still have a decente dinner is because I asked Frypan to save a plate for the great Minho." Emma explained crossing her legs under de table.
"Thank you birdy." Minho thanked her with a wink before attacking the plate. "God I'm starving."
"You're always starving." The girl pointed out with a sweet smile.
"How are you doing?" he asked out of context helding the best serious expression he had. "You seemed strange this morning."
"Fine. I'm fine." She answered with her smile fading. "It was just a dream, you know? I hoped it was a memorie."
"Hey, you might not have your old memories, I don't either, but I can promise you one thing. You'll make new ones. Better ones. I'll help you make the best you'll ever have or remember." He told her. "I promise."
"You promise?" she asked her smile lightning up her face again.
"I do." He assured giving back a smile.
"I could kiss you right now." She said feeling as stupid as a teenager girl.
Minho looked around with a smirk, got up a ran cross the table to grab Emma's hand and push her with him towards somewhere.
"For someone who was starving you didn't even touch your food." Emma notcied when he finally stopped them in the middle of the Deadheads.
He didn't answer, he just looked into her hazel eyes lit up by the moon. His hand moved to her face taking a piece of hair from her face.
"You're really pretty you know?" he asked her with na amused smile "The prettiest girl I've ever seen."
"I'm the only girl you've ever seen." She pointed with a chuckle.
Minho shrugged getting closer to her passing hi hands around her waist pulling her to him and kissing the girl's forehead, moving down to her check sending chills down Emma's spine.
The brunette passed her hands around Minho's neck and rested her forehead against his.
"What about that kiss you were talking about?" Minho whispered.
"I don't know." Minho shushed the girl locking lips with her.
Emma didn't fought back. Why would she? Minho's lips moving with hers. Their bodies so close that they could be one. This only felt right, like it was meant to be.