"It was just a joke," Zion said beside me as we strolled down the street with the evening breeze tousling our hair. Earlier, after we left the restaurant, he asked where we should go next, but I wasn't in the mood to decide, so I suggested we just walk. Across the road, Antonio trailed behind us, patiently keeping pace with our leisurely walk as he navigated the car through the traffic.I glance up at him, pulling my hair from entering my mouth, "What? He cleared his throat, stuffing his hands into his pocket. "It was a joke. You didn't kiss me" "What? Why.." I asked, confused, pushing my hair from my face as the wind blew it into my face again. Why is it so damn windy today and why did he say I kissed him when I didn't. Was that supposed to be a joke? "I'm sorry. I didn't expect it to turn out that way," he apologized, his gaze turning hard as he looked ahead with the wind blowing his short strand. However, I didn't reply to him. It wasn't his fault. It was a joke that I took seri
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