25- Once A Jerk, Always A Jerk

My eyes are wide open with panic and another feeling that I'm having trouble naming. His green eyes aro so dreamy from up close that I don't dare to take my eyes off of them.

“Are you even listening to me?” A sudden voice makes me pull out of the hallucination and come back to reality.

“W-What?” I ask, taking in my surroundings. It's like I blacked out for a while and need a minute to comprehend everything.

“Get off.” He groans, trying his best to stop himself from throwing me off of him. Something is telling me that if we weren't in public, he wouldn't have any problem doing that.

“You are crushing me.” He says this part in a small voice, whispering to me.

I finally realise why he is groaning like he is in great pain. I've been on top of him for I don't know how long and I definitely weigh more than feathers.

I get off of him on autopilot, my cheeks tainted with blush. Thankfully there aren't many people around us, only one or two passersby who could care less about helping us