"What?" Aria stared at Noah, her eyes as wide as saucers. His demand for her to kiss him had taken her by surprise. She had no idea what to do. Every time it was Noah who had taken the initiative to kiss her. She did not even know how to start.
"Aria, I am waiting," Noah said as he looked at her with his hands in his pockets.
"Do I have to kiss you?"
"Do you want me to continue being angry with you?"
"No. No." Aria closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She then walked to him slowly to stall as much time as possible. But to her horror, Noah came her to swiftly. He was in no mood to wait.
Aria glimpsed at him and blushed. Although she wanted to kiss those attractive lips, she was nervous and flustered. Her mind was telling her to not fall for his charms, but her heart was ordering her to kiss him. Stuck in the battle between her heart and mind, she did nothing.
