As you gazed into the rearview mirror, your eye caught a glimmer of the man seated beside you. The warm embrace of sunshine danced gracefully upon his beautiful golden hair, weaving an ephemeral connection between the two of you.
You rested your head on the car window, watching him drive. His serious expression changed into a confused one as he noticed you were gazing at him for too long.
"Do I look weird to your eyes?" He inquired, breaking the silence.
With a mischievous nod, you playfully tapped your lap. "I can't believe I heard that from Chris."
He raised his eyebrows, sensing a weird bond between you and that name. A second later, his smile faded, replaced by a scoff that hinted at offense. "What do you mean? We don't talk about that weirdo."
He's trying not to get offended that easily. Because… yeah, you love it when you tease Albert like that. He always does that when he hears Chris' name. It feels like that name was a black curse to him, and you cannot say that name in front of him.
With a playful pout on his lips, he murmured something funny. Then he gazes at you in curiosity. "What did he say?"
"He says that you never experienced your first kiss."
"W… what?" His reaction was priceless. His voice was mixed between shock and disbelief. As his eyes widened, you could see a beautiful color in his eyes. They were blue, like azure marbles.
You're trying hard not to laugh after seeing his expression. But acting isn't your talent, and he realized that you were mocking him. "Is that true, Albert?"
"Huh?" He hushed for a moment, trying to think of the right answer to give you. Shortly after, his lips formed a smirk. "You want to help me?"
He shifted his gaze to the drive-thru and pulled the break, waiting for you to respond to the question. But you simply gave him an uneasy look.
"…about what, Albert?"
He's smiling brightly. "You said I'd never had a first kiss, correct? So… do you want to assist me in getting one?"
He swiftly leaned in closer, waiting for you to completely surrender to his embrace. His lips twisted into a mischievous grin. Slowly and gently, he placed his palm on your face. Then he humbly whispered. "May I?"
His lips met yours after a few seconds. It was a sweet, passionate kiss, not a rough affair. He held your head safely and carefully slipped his thumb under your chin, deepening the kiss and leaving out a desperate moan.
He breaks the kiss, but his face stays near yours. He stated it in hushed tones. "…more?"
You were breathing heavily, your eyes widened, and your body shivered. No. It's wrong. It's not right. You shouldn't have told him that in the first place, and now he's asking for more. What an idiot!
But you might tell yourself that you want more from him. He's also a good kisser. You can't believe he hasn't kissed someone before with such skill.
"Albert…"
He's eager to kiss you once again before you finish your sentence. But he stopped after someone on the other side honked the horn and shouted.
"HEY! What do you think this place is? LOVE HOTEL? GET THE FUCK OFF NOW!?"
