"Game over!"
A hand roughly pulled me away from the group.
"Let her go!"
Amaya ignored Ichika and continued to lead me into the building.
I didn't even try to protest, knowing what Amaya was capable of.
Or was I actually enjoying this?
I was pushed against the wall, a small groan leaving my lips from the impact.
"What the fuck was that?!"
I frown, confused.
"What are you talking ab- ah!" I wince as he pulls my head back by my hair.
"Don't you ever pull that shit again, you hear me?!"
I gulp down my nervousness and nod.
He grips my hair tighter and inches towards my face.
His breath fans my ear as he whispers, "I love you."
Unlike last time, my heart speeds up with... excitement.
Have I really gained feelings for him?
"Can I kiss you?"
I look back to the psycho in front of me.
Did I really fall in love when playing death games?
"Yes"
That's all he needed to hear since he desperately pulled me towards him. His soft lips against mine.
The kiss was rough and I swear I tasted some iron.
Did he bite my lip?
I pulled away for air but it seemed as if he didn't need any as he pulled me right back to him.
His hands tightly gripping my waist, our bodies sticking to each other like magnets.
