everything's made to be broken

  A smile quickly spread across her face again, “Then today’s your lucky day.” She chuckled before leaning in again, letting a finger slowly trace along his jawline. Liana never admitted to anything, but she had and always would love Kyle.

Kyle's smile grew wider at the sight of her's. He raised an eyebrow, starting to get amused. "Really," he said half-doubtedly, a little too breathlessly. He was caught by surprise when she kissed him that time; he enjoyed her touch on his skin. He held her face with both hands and kissed her back, seeming almost desperate. 

  Liana wasn’t as surprised as she would have expected to be, she knew it would happen for a while. She leaned into him a little, pulling away for a brief second. “You’ve been wanting to do that for quite some time, haven’t you?” She asked with a quiet laugh.

  Why? So I can just make things worse? She let her hands fall weakly to her side, but refused to meet the gaze of Kyle. Liana’s eyes were fixated on her knees in front of her, and suddenly, all she heard was the intense bass from inside the walls, the way the world turned became more prominent; it felt as though it was just her and Kyle.

Kyle let go of her wrists, allowing them to fall to her side. He waited for her to look up at him but she didn't and he frowned a bit. Please, he begged in his mind, though he knew it was useless. Sighing, he placed a hand on her cheek, tilting her face up slightly with hopes that she would look at him. But he didn't wait for her to. Finally gathering enough courage, Kyle leaned over and kissed her.