Chapter 37

He felt awkward, realizing that he was smiling to himself like a fool.

Carefully placing the notebook back where he found it, he returned to his room.

John lay back down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"And that’s for stealing my first kiss," he muttered, memories flashing back in his mind.

"Why do women make such a big deal out of their first kiss? She slapped me so hard just because of a simple kiss? So what if it was her first kiss? It was my first kiss too!" John continued to ramble to himself, growing more frustrated. But at the same time, he could not help but think that her lips were soft and addictive. "What?! What am I thinking?! Why am I acting like this?!"

It was past midnight already, and John still could not sleep. Thoughts of Yana consumed his mind. Unable to take it any longer, he decided to go back to Yana’s room and lie down in her bed. The events from the previous night replayed in his head.

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