“Have you ever been kissed,” I asked.
Her silence spoke thousand words. Her lips were still raw and virgin.
I always felt she had a thing for me, though she never expressed her love vocally. Seeing me kissing her sister must have burned her heart. Her heart must have ached really bad. But she never said a word either to her sis or to me. She was very sensitive and wouldn’t hurt a fly.
I leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips. They were no longer virgin. The bottle of poison fell over from her lifeless hands.