The smirk across his lips turned brighter, "You're joking, right? No one taught you?", he asks, looking down at.

It's been a little over two years since you started working here. He never seemed to have liked you, but after so much time, the ice began to melt in the end and you two came closer. When you fainted one from a fever for example, he was the first to hold you, take care of you and make you feel safe and conscious again.

Now you've stumbled into his arms. He has his arm wrapped around your shoulder and joked around a bit. No one was looking, you two were alone in some corner of the fabric when he leaned down and captured your lips in a heated kiss, only to find out you have no clue what you're doing.

"None of your exes taught you how to kiss?" He asks again, completely amused.