"Liar." I said, smiling and rolling my eyes. "You must be sick of me already."
"I see what you're trying to do." He smiled. "You want me to say some romantic s**t again, right?"
"Is it too much to ask?" I asked, provocatively.
"Right… Let me show you something romantic."
Alex took my hand and dragged me across the hallways in the opposite direction most students were headed at that very moment. I followed him excitedly until the library, where we dropped each other's hands and turned quiet and serious as if we were just going there to study. Without saying a word, we walked in opposite directions but eventually met at the English prose corridor, near the Elizabethan volumes. He pulled me by my waist and kissed me with a smile containing all kinds of bad intentions, leaving no space for
