He glanced at her sideways, smiling charmingly, with a drawn-out voice, discussing a bit distressingly, "Or, how about you kiss me back?"
She blushed even more, giving him a coquettish glare, then ran off.
He watched her back, touched his lips, as if the lingering fragrance was still there, leaving him wanting more, the corners of his mouth curling up showing his cheerful mood at that moment.
He wasn't afraid of her getting angry; he knew she liked him.
For quite a long time, he didn't really know what he wanted. He missed her, but feared wronging her. Yet, after a very, very long time, when he completely lost her, he realized that the fear of wronging her was actually because he loved her.
Because of love, he wanted to give her the best.
He didn't know when he fell in love, perhaps during one of the kisses, perhaps during their reunion, or maybe he was moved the first time they met... Because of the acceptance in his heart, there was no rejection.
