I Was Sick Of Second Place So I Took Everything Chapter 13

I Was Sick Of Second Place So I Took Everything Chapter 13

Thinking back to the dramas I had watched, I lightly pressed against his lips again, and even let my tongue

brush the surface.

Silas finally reacted. “Estelle, what exactly are you doing? Harassing me?”

“You didn’t say no.”

I leaned in again, but he held me back.

Silas dropped his gaze, studying my face for a long moment before he finally spoke, “You still want to kiss

me?”

After a pause, I nodded. It still didn’t feel like I had figured it out yet.

Silas said, “Confess first, then.”

“I want to kiss you.”

He frowned. “Not that one.

I looked at him. Our eyes met.

My lips moved slightly. “I like you?”

“Like who?”

“Silas.”

“Who likes Silas?”

I could feel his hand sliding around my waist through my thick winter coat.

“Ilike Silas.” The moment I said it, he lowered his head and kissed me.

So this was what kissing felt like.

“You took my first kiss-that means you’re taking responsibility,” Silas said.

“You know that, right? We kiss, we date. Consider your confession accepted.”

“Oh.”

“When did you start liking me?” he asked, still pressing closer, like he was more impatient than I was.

When was it?

Maybe it was when I realized-with everyone else, I always had a persona.

But in front of Silas? I was just me. And he was just him.