'yes' he uttered.

the answer was conspicuous. kissing? they've done it - many times. it felt like those in the movies. there are nights that they wish they were in each other's arms, exchanging sweet and passionate kisses. she hates that she would feel the hunger for that taste that lingers in her mind and her soul. there were nights she would ask why. she thinks it would be fair that your lips belong to the person who has your heart. cause kissing is a promise. a promise of love, and maybe, a promise of forever.

'but promises are meant to be broken' she remembered him say.

and that is how she knew that it was just a kiss; nothing deeper than that.