Chapter 18

"Yes, if you just move closer, we will be kissing," he whispered, his lips inching towards hers, ready to bridge the gap between them. Just as their lips were about to meet, Patricia swiftly flicked him on the forehead, snapping him out of his mesmerized state.

Marco blinked rapidly, regaining his senses. He instinctively recoiled, feeling a throbbing pain on his forehead. "Ouch! Why did you do that?" he groaned, gently massaging the spot.

"To prevent contamination. You actually wanted to kiss me," Pat chuckled. "I thought I wasn't your type."

He cleared his throat, adjusting his collar. "You're not my type. I wanted to, um, bite your lips," he stumbled over his words.

"Ha! Really?" A mischievous smirk played on her lips as she leaned in closer. To Marco, it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. He grew increasingly uncomfortable with Patricia's proximity.

"Y-yeah," his voice betrayed him. As she moved back, he finally felt a sense of relief, standing up from the table