Flexing his hand, he smiled subtly. He hasn't touched anything with his right hand yet.

Don't know why, but he just can't bring himself to let go of her touch.

He didn't know much about her; this was their third meeting, and still he was finding it hard to breathe near her. 

Lying on his stomach, he tried sleeping.

His blanket covered his lower half, leaving his upper body naked as Mr. Percy slept on his back, comfortably.

Still trying to fall asleep, he looked at his hand when his phone dinged, indicating a message.

Grabbing his phone from the side table, he looked at the locked screen.

Unknown:

"Good Night, Aaron."

He knew who sent this message; it was so obvious. His lips twitched at the end as he tried not to smile, not to give in, so he just ignored and put his phone down.

Slept with a calm mind, yet his heart was thumping louder than usual.

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It's been three weeks since they became friends.

Now he wasn't alone in the library anymore; she accompanied him.

Now he used to wake up to a "Good morning, Aaron." message every morning and "Good night, Aaron." every night, it was like a habit now.

Getting habitual of good morning and good night within a week sounded absurd to him; he chuckled at this behaviour of his.

It wasn't like him.

He doesn't like to be disturbed during studies, he likes eating handmade food in peace in an empty classroom, alone, but now she was there to share food with him.

He had never let any of his friends have his lunch. He doesn't like sharing, and he made it very clear to Lily, who tried to share her sandwich with him.

She was sad but didn't take it too seriously; she was happy sharing the space with him, content eating with him.

Aaron has gotten comfortable around her. He got to know that the girl loves spicy food, doesn't wear crops or tank tops or any kind of upper wear which shows her skin, but she loves wearing skirts and those cute ballerina shoes with a bow on them.

She was a trained ballerina for 7 years.

He found it funny when she told him that she gets high on sugar, so she avoids eating sweets.

He laughed at that.

She had requested him to help in her studies, and somehow, he was not irritated by it.

He remembered his mates asking him to help them with their studies, and he would straight up decline them. 

He sat there on his seat, head buried in his book as usual, as Lily observed his features.

Black dark hair falling here and there, looking messy, his chocolate brown eyes, and she loves chocolates, his slightly chapped lips, oh how badly she wanna apply her lip balm on his lips.

His long, slender fingers were tucked between the pages, about to turn them.

Aaron was getting anxious with the presence of those black pair of eyes, "Focus on your book."

Flinching, she was startled, getting caught.

Looking down at her notebook, she started scribbling timidly.

And now Aaron noticed how she scribbled on the notebook and the side of his lip twitched as he tried hard not to smile.

"Stop scribbling and revise. You have a test this week, remember?" He said, drawing her attention.

"I know, but I don't have enough motivation." She mumbled, voice low.

Gazing down at her pink pout, he gulped hard and said something which he somehow did not regret.

"I'll take your test tomorrow, and for every correct answer I'll kiss you." 

Saying Lily was shocked would be an understatement. 

Both went speechless, and when Lily unconsciously tried to question about what was said and what she heard were the same, her phone rang.

The ringing of the phone drew their attention to it.

Lily picked up the call; she excused herself to talk.

Watching her go, Aaron collected his books and left in a hurry, embarrassed by what he actually said.

Running through the hallways, he entered his class and cried over his own nonsense words.

"Your face looks exactly like a monkey's buttocks. What happened?" Atlas chuckled, seeing his face.

Without looking at him, Aaron retorted, "Nothing, you dimwit." making Atlas laugh at him, lowly.

"Why are you here so early?" Atlas interrogated with a quirky smile decorated on his lips.

Aaron exhaled deeply, "I can ask you the same."

"I was to Mason but saw you sitting here alone with a face as red as a monkey's ass, I was worried for you, my dear brother." 

"I can see your worries, shortie." He scoffed.

As soon as Atlas opened his mouth to speak, he was shut immediately by a harsh statement, "Shut that bin."

And they waited for their class to begin while solving some questions.

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Sitting on his study table, his eyes went to the digital clock; it was twenty-five past ten at night.

He tried to study, but he couldn't. All he could think about was what he said to Lily in the library.

And now he doesn't know how to face her anymore.

No, no, no, he can not. He just can not.

The train of his thought halted as the ding of his phone drew his attention.

Picking up his phone, he unlocked it.

🎀: "I'm ready for tomorrow's test."  

He read the message and knew he fucked up; he just could not face her.

God damn, what was he even thinking before saying that?

The next day, he tried as hard as he could to avoid Lily. He was embarrassed and didn't have it in him to look into her eyes.

Lily did try to talk to him, she texted and even called, but which was not answer back.

After multiple calls and messages, she got a dry text from Aaron saying, "I'm busy with some projects till next week."

She had a doubt, but she let it slide. 

It was obvious to her that he was ignoring her when Atlas told him that they had no projects

She was hurt by this behaviour.

The day of her test went well. She was confident about it.

So happy that she will finally make her father happy with the result.

Days passed by, but Aaron and Lily didn't meet.

She called and messaged him, and the only reply she got was "I'm busy right now." 

Today was the day of her results, for she worked so hard.

Walking through the hallways to check the result on the bulletin board, she was pulled in by a strong arm grabbing onto her wrists, whilst the other one covered her mouth, preventing her from making any noise.

The lights were off, but the room was not pitch dark.

The tension around the pair was thick.

Lily's back was against the door as Aaron's hand rested on her waist, holding her.

Looking into each other's eyes, the world around them stilled.

Breathing heavily, his hand still over Lily's mouth.

Seconds passed by, and now it was getting hard for her to be in that situation, so she pulled away Aaron's hand, making him come out of his world.

Backing off, Aaron cleared his throat, whereas Lily, she was standing in her position, too stunned to speak.

Getting nervous when she saw Aaron making his way towards her, her chest rose and fell in slight panic.

The gap between them lessened as he stood just inches apart from her.

Leaning down, he observes her face, these gentle features, her beautiful long brown hair, long lashes kissing the apple of her cheeks as she slowly closed her eyes, a sharp nose with a small cute mole on it, and those pink glossed lips which made his throat dry.

Breathing in, he tilted his head to the side as he gently kissed her on the cheek, raising a bit, he kissed again on the same cheek.

Then three more on her other cheek, one on her forehead, one on the mole of her nose.

He made his grip on her waist bit stronger and kissed both sides of her jawline.

Backing off, he was mesmerised by the state of the ballerina, who looked completely ruined just by some kisses on her.

It looked like he wrecked her without even doing much.

He wanted to kiss those lips.

He was thirsty, and the only thing that could quench his thirst was her pink, kissable lips.

He leaned in once again, determined to take her lips.

He was taken by the desire in his mind that he forgot everything, and the moment when his lips were just inches apart from hers, he felt it.

He felt her breath fanning over his lips, which provided warmth to his cold soul. It felt foreign to him, but the warmth had some magic in it.

It pulled him closer, but at the same time, it pushed him away.

His grip loosened from her waist as he let go of her and completely backed off.

Within a second, he vanished from there, leaving his presence not only in the room but also in her existence.

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