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I stood there staring at Romeo, without saying a single word as he confessed his feelings to me.

I didn't know what to do.

I didn't know what to say.

I didn't know how to react.

It came as a shock to me. I wasn't sure if he was being sincere about his feelings, anyway. He might be displaying one of his great talents again. His talent of making me fall in love with him so that he could break me into pieces.

I was still standing in front of him, my eyes fixed on his lips. I wasn't even listening to what he was saying anymore. I just fixed my gaze on his lips. Why did they look do different? We kissed a few days ago even though I didn't want the kiss to happen, how come his lips looked so different right now? And, why was I having this strong urge to kiss him?

My hands tightened into fists. Should I go for the kiss? Would it be right to kiss him out of nowhere? Would he think that I'm a loose girl or a slut, if I kiss despite what's going on between us?

Fuck what's right! Fuck R