Kill two birds with a stone.

           Donald's pov

My eyes snapped opened as her lips were still on mine.

I didn't know what to do at that moment– should I reciprocate the kiss or disengage from it?

Her lips were so soft on mine and I really longed to kiss her mercilessly. But, I don't want to take advantage of her naivety.

I pulled my lips away from hers and placed my hand on my thumping chest.

I felt really confused. Why didn't I take the opportunity to kiss her like I've always wanted?

And why did she have to put her lips on mine?

Really, I felt guilty because, she wouldn't have kissed me if I hadn't pretended to her that I didn't know what she was talking about.

Even if I wanted a kiss from her, then it shouldn't have been this way– because she's unaware of what she just did.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, trying to sound stern but my low voice rather betrayed me because it came out low and not stern.