Laying on the bed and watching the ceiling, I traced my finger on my lower lips. It's been hours but I still feel it, feel those soft lips on mine. Funny enough, my nose still hurts from Xavier's punch but I feel I will let that pass, especially when I am in a good mood.

Clenching my fists, I groaned as I rolled to a sitting position. The fact that I have let Xavier hit me more than once seems enough to show Emily that I am trying to be a nice guy.

"Fucking son of a bitch!".

Walking to the ...