Cold Coffee and a Kiss

Its hard to adapt to change, but eventually you get used to it, resigned to the fact that things are not going to be the same. Till this realisation comes, we are bound to fight the change. This change could be for the better or for the worse.
To me, it was absolutely brilliant; but for him? It was quite the worst thing that had happened. Well, screw him, I thought angrily. So now instead of being some fruity chewing gum that gets stuck behind the ear when not being chewed, I stood up for myself. I don't take any shit anymore.
He had better deal with that.
I was particularly annoyed with him today. Last night he accused me of liking a boy from my humanities class, which led to this huge fight where I was told that I do not 'show my love any more'. Well, newsflash, my dear boyfriend, you never really did show your love except in those kisses that we shared.
Hah. Show your love, my sexy arse.

I looked at myself in the mirror - hair okay? Brilliant.
A bunch of us were meeting up at Anamika's house to watch all the three seasons of Sherlock (again). By the end of it all, we had fallen in love with Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman and basically the whole cast of the show (again).
Everyone had left, I was with Anamika in her room. We were literally rolling on the floor laughing at John Green jokes (What do you call John Green when he becomes ruler? John Queen!).
"So how's it going with your boyfriend?" She asked me.
"Oh, we're just being us..."
"Doing the do, eh?"
"Hah, no, no... Its actually not going very well."
We didn't say anything for a while.
"Come on, let's make some cold coffee and go to the terrace."
Grateful that the topic of conversation was no more my boyfriend, I nodded with a smile.
It was pretty cool in the terrace, not bad for an Indian Summer. We clambered up the short ladder to a little edge halfway to the water tank, first me, and then after handing me the coffee, Anamika. We sat on that edge and mused over the possibility that Moriarty had a twin brother. After she was done with the coffee, she got up and stretched.
"Wanna go up?" She asked , gesutring to the top of the tank with her thumb.
"Sure," I shrugged.
She was on top, surveying the evening sky when I took my last sip of coffee and climbed up. I stood next to her and put my arm around her waist. She turned to look at me and burst out laughing. She gestured to her upper lip and asked, "Are you going to keep that?"
With a smile, I tried to see my coffee moustache but couldn't get further than my nose. I lifted my hand to brush it off, but she beat me to it. Her hand was (I thought) moving to my face, but ended up gripping the back of my head gently as her face leaned closer to mine. She was looking into my eyes, and I must've had the most ridiculous expression on my face, because she smiled and said, "Unff, you're adorable!"
And then she kissed me.
I was too stunned to respond at first, but she tasted so good - like the coffee we had just drunk, like chocolate... Like Anamika. Her kiss was soft, warm and hungry. She tasted so much better than my boyfriend, and she was a much better kisser. Needless to say, it wasn't very long before I gave in.
Anamika was amazingly beautiful. Her curves were delicious and her scent even more so. Her hands were in my short hair and mine were tight around her hips.
Suddenly, she pulled back, panting and winked at me. With a smirk on her face, she lay on the floor and closed her eyes. I grinned and lay down beside her, humming a Katy Perry song.