Usually, I would be the one forced into a kiss.
But now, I was the one who took the initiative!
God! How embarrassing!
The most important thing was that I had clearly heard Hendrix's head hit the wall when I'd kissed him because I had been too forceful.
At the same time, not far behind me, the sound of footsteps suddenly stopped.
Now that I had achieved my goal, I could get away!
Feeling a knife-like glare behind me, I wanted to leave, but Hendrix suddenly bit my lip and refused to let go. He whispered, "The audience will only believe it if it looks real."
Hendrix clearly intended to take advantage of this situation!
But now that things had been set in motion, there was no turning back. I closed my eyes, and went for it.
Taking a deep breath, I raised my hand to hold his face and kissed him more affectionately this time.
Hendrix smiled proudly and looked satisfied. Then he suddenly reached out and pushed me away.
He was only acting and didn't exert too much force. I was pushed two steps back before I managed to steady myself.
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