"Don't hit my hands." I said in a croaked voice. He narrowed his eyes at me, ready for his anger. I began to shake in his ominous presence. But, his wrath never came as he let out a disappointed sigh.

"What is the count?" He said. I opened my eyes and looked at his distress form.

"Of what?" I asked in confusion.

"Of our kisses."He said monotonously as he shifted his position, stood beside me and leaned on the wall. I blushed like mad and looked at him. His eyes were closed. ...