Kalliyah's POV
I looked around at the city of New York in awe. The view is spectacular. Around were apartments, other skyscrapers, the sea and everything looks so serene. The atmosphere was also calm. Alex is holding my hands and he was also mesmerized by the view although it wasn't his first time here.
"Do you like it?" I turn to look at Alex as he asked the stupidest question ever.
"Alex, I don't like it." he made a sad face then I continued. "I love it, just like I love you."
He smiled and loosens his grip on my hands, he then placed the other hands around my waist and pulled me closer. I was now toe to toe with him. He is too tall for his own good.
I look up at him and smile. "You're so tall."
He smile, "You're so short." I pout at him. "But I don't mind bending my head."
"Bending your head? Why?" I'm completely lost. Why would he want to bent his head?
"I'll bend my head for this." He lips were now directly in front of my own, I looked at his lips. They look so kissable. I looked up in his eyes and he was staring back with his emeralds. I look back down at his lips that were mere inches away from mind.
Should I?
Hell, I will.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed him closer so him lips can touch mine. When they did I felt my heart start pounding but not in a bad way. Alex didn't do anything at first but after a while I felt him push his tongue into my mouth. I start kissing him back immediately. I moaned enjoying the kiss, I didn't want it to end.
"These modern day young people always showing public afflictions, no one uses bed anymore." I felt Alex tense as he heard those words. We pulled away from each other embarrassed at the old woman's words. Why couldn't she just have ignored us?
I turned my head to the view ignoring the persons staring at us. The old woman words sure brought some attention to Alex and I.
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