And finally, In Here is back! I'm gonna post all of the edited versions of the original chapters, then I should have some new ones out shortly after. It feels good to have this story back.
If you're new to this series, please read Hot In Here, then Cold In Here before reading this. Thanks!
x.o.o.x
Awkward In Here
"Welcome to Saturo Print," Roxas smiled as he offered his hand to the new girl. She tucked her hair behind her ear and accepted it, giggling like a school girl.
I didn't like it.
"If you need anything at all, just ask Ms. Carter or myself and we'll be happy to assist you."
Ugh...
Like I mentioned before, there was a new girl: Selphie. She was hired around the time Roxas and I first got together. Specifically, the third week of dating. Things were still sort of awkward between us but it was working. With each day, we became a bit…less awkward.
After welcoming her to the company, Roxas offered to take her on a tour of the building like the stupid gentleman that he is. I didn't want to go with them because I was lazy so I hid away in my own office. Sora was there, as usual.
"Soooo," he grinned, propping his face up with his hands like he was some sort of gossip queen. Hell, he probably was. Sora knew everything about everybody in the office and he had to get the information from somewhere.
"...So?"
"How are you and Roxas so far? How was the date? Did you give it up?"
I blushed at the mere thought of our date that previous Friday. Sora obviously got the wrong idea when I did.
"You did, didn't you?!"
"No!" I smacked him in the back of the head as I sat down in my chair. "Nothing like that happened. Things just got a little more…exciting than I expected," I said casually, hoping he didn't notice how not casual I was being.
"And by exciting you mean…?"
I mean one minute we were having a nice, but very stilted conversation, the next minute we were kissing and I was in desperate need of a panty change. Nothing major!
Who the fuck am I kidding, it was majorly major.
"We just kissed a little. That's it," I shrugged.
Sora rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair with a disappointed sigh. "Wow. You two have got to be the most boring couple on the planet."
I wanted to argue, but he didn't need to know about what we did. So I shrugged and got back on my computer to finish my work from earlier while Sora complained about my sex life beside me.
x.o.o.x
Two and a half hours later, I found myself crunching on a chocolate chip and peanut granola bar; one of Roxas' favorites ever since it "saved his life" on that elevator. My work was finished and I had nothing better to do than to stalk people's Facebook pages until Mr. Saturo for out of his meeting.
Around four o'clock, my office phone rang. I swallowed the last of my granola bar and answered it without looking. It was probably that brown-haired douche again. "Sora! For the last goddamn time, stop asking me when I'll have sex with Roxas and get a girlfriend!"
"...Um…"
Great fucking balls of Hades, it was Roxas.
"I'm really sorry about—"
"I didn't mean—"
The both of us went quiet. My heart was hammering in my chest and I couldn't stop it. For the life of me I couldn't figure out how he was making me all awkward and giddy all of a sudden. I used to hate him. Like, haaaaaate him. I didn't get it.
"I didn't know it was—"
"I just wanted to—"
And then we started talking at the same fucking time because relationship goals!
"Go ahead," I laughed nervously.
I heard him sigh. Was I irritating him? Was he going to tell me it wasn't working and that we should've stop seeing each other? That one sound instantly put me on edge and I felt compelled to hang up.
I didn't though. I was proud of me.
"I wanted to know…if you aren't doing anything tonight, would you maybe want to come to my place for some taste testing? Nothing else. I mean unless you want to but I'm not pushing you or anything. We'll do whatever you're comfortable with. But just eating."
There was a pause.
"Food! Eating food! Nothing else!"
"Taste testing?" I asked, trying to ignore his blunder. Trust me, I understood his bumbling all too well because I know exactly what it feels like to be stupid.
I swear that sounded better in my head.
Look, it was comforting to know he was a nervous wreck as well.
"I…yes. I'd like you to try some homemade Japanese food."
"That sounds nice, Roxas. When?"
"Right after work?"
"Sure."
"Great! I'll see you at five."
We said our awkward goodbyes and I hung up. My face and neck were extremely hot and I was in the middle of having a mini heart attack. We were three weeks in and I was already head over heels. Was that even normal?
Who knew? It could have been the fact that I was lonely and hadn't had a boyfriend in so long. Actually, I didn't know if he was my boyfriend or not yet. I mean you can't call someone your boyfriend without going on dates, but you can date him without calling him your boyfriend. So was he my boyfriend because we were going out or were we going out until we decided whether or not we liked each other enough? Not knowing made me nervous enough to sweat in all the wrong places.
I wasted some time playing random games on my computer all the way until four thirty. That's when I started to pack up and prepared to walk those fifty flights down, since the new elevator installation wouldn't be done until the following week.
Right when I had stepped out of my office, I saw Roxas waiting by the door of the stairs. He was talking to Selphie. It probably shouldn't have bothered me, but I hated the fact that he didn't seem the least bit awkward around her. In fact, he was smiling and laughing as if he'd known her for years. I tried to contain my scary side from him—even though he'd already seen it before—as I approached them. "Hey you two."
Selphie and Roxas turned to me, still laughing about whatever. I didn't know and I didn't care. She couldn't be laughing with him when I didn't know if we were boyfriend and girlfriend yet! How dare she?!
I was ready to tap dance on her fucking eyeballs.
"Hey, Carter," Roxas smiled warmly. He still called me that from time to time. It was only Naminé when we're having a moment together. "We were just talking about you."
My anger didn't completely disappear, but at least I didn't want to do her any physical harm anymore. "You were…?"
Selphie nodded, still fucking giggling. "He was telling me some stories from when you two didn't get along. I can't believe you actually punched him a few weeks ago," she pouted, rubbing the sides of his face as if he were still in pain.
I mean punched him in the nose but whatever.
"It's all good now," Roxas laughed. "We've actually gone out a couple times since then."
"Is it serious or…?" she trailed off with a hopeful look.
Back off you bird.
Roxas looked at me with a raised eyebrow. Because I could just conveniently pull an answer to that terrifying ass question out of my pancake ass.
When I didn't provide an answer, Roxas bit his lip and turned back to Selphie. "We're doing this trial and error type thing. I wouldn't say it's serious serious yet, but it's serious."
Selphie and I wore identical looks of confusion. That was a pretty shitty explanation, but it was better than anything I could have come up with for sure.
"We're just going with the flow," he smiled.
And that was even worse. Thanks Roxas.
That kind of hurt. For reasons I didn't quite understand, it made me want to fall back and give him space. It made me want to pretend that I was just as laid back about it as he was; that I didn't break out in a cold sweat whenever our eyes met; that my blood didn't feel like fire and ice and electricity whenever he kissed me.
"Carter?"
I forced a smile for his sake. I didn't want him to know anything was wrong. In my mind, nothing was wrong. I was probably blowing stuff out of proportion. "Yeah?
"You ready to go?" Roxas asked.
I nodded and walked down the stairs with them. I felt like such a third wheel as they talked happily about God knows what. I couldn't bear to listen to it.
x.o.o.x
It was so weird driving home with Roxas following behind me in a separate car. We could have gone in the same car, but I wanted to have my car at home since he insisted on driving me to his house. I eventually parked mine and got inside of Roxas' passenger's seat for more awkward conversation.
Everything changed when I got to Roxas' house. I stepped inside for the very first time and immediately felt at home, despite the absolute mess in the living room. Since Roxas was Japanese, I expected his house to be a lot more…I don't know, Japanese-y? His house looked normal, and it was really modest for a C.E.O.
The biggest shock came when he walked inside of his own house without taking his shoes off. He didn't tell me to take mine off. What kind of Black Mirror shit was that?
"Sorry about the catastrophe," he grinned. "My brother was over and we had an argument."
"Just an argument?" I asked skeptically. It looked like they had a wrestling match. The couch was flipped!
"Honestly, yes. We tend to throw and kick things when we argue. Real bad habit that followed us from childhood," he chuckled.
I followed him into the kitchen and sat at the island like he told me to. After setting his jacket on the back of the stool, he washed his hands twice and got busy with a bunch of ingredients I couldn't name. The entire time I was fascinated by him. He paced himself as he worked and was consistent with everything. He didn't look at the instructions like I did. He knew exactly what he was doing, how much he needed, and when to add it.
When he finished, he spread out everything across the table. "Okay, time to do some translating," I smirked.
He laughed, making me feel more comfortable. "We have rice balls, Dragon rolls, Kamikaze rolls, Ramen—nothing like that instant crap you guys have—some Japanese curry, Onigiri, and egg rolls. The egg rolls are Chinese, but I figured why not? It's still Asian."
"Hey, food is food," I shrugged. "Feed me whatever you think I should eat first."
"Fork or chop sticks?"
"Chop sticks please!"
"Ooh, I was hoping you'd say that. Makes it more fun," Roxas winked.
I tried some of everything and I loved all of it. I could live without the rice balls, but it was all cooked to perfection and tasted amazing. We talked and got to know each other more as we ate. He was more of a sweetheart than I realized. No, understatement, Roxas was a big ol' teddy bear, but could put on a lion front when necessary.
"What now?" I asked him once we'd eaten everything.
"You like video games…?" he asked.
"Hell yeah. What do you have?"
"Call Of Duty, GTA, Fortnite, Fallout, Outlast, Resident Evil, Mortal Kombat—"
Mortal Kombat?
Mortal fucking Kombat?!
"That! We're playing that! I wanna play now, let's go!"
Roxas was surprised by my reaction, but he had no problem cleaning up his mess of a living room, hooking the console up, and passing me a controller. "You actually like this game?"
"Fuck yeah. Sora and I used to play it on weekends before his system broke. I kicked his ass every time."
He smirked, something new and exciting shining in his eyes. It was so cute. "Well since you told me that, don't expect me to go easy on you because we're dating."
"Yeah, okay," I smiled, trying not to snicker. He didn't even know what he was asking for.
The game loaded and we picked our characters. He picked Raiden and I picked Sub-Zero. We tied up on the first two rounds, but I only lost because my dumb fingers started sweating and my thumb slipped off the button like the traitor it was.
"You're actually pretty good at this…" he smirked.
"Tch. "Pretty good." I'm a beast and you know it," I grinned back at him.
"Wager?" Roxas offered.
"Yes I want a wager. It'd be the perfect opportunity to shatter your pride and send your character back to fucking hell where he belongs," I smiled innocently and batted my eyelashes.
Roxas just stared at me, probably wondering if I needed some kind of psychiatric help.
I did.
"Interesting," he spoke slowly. He didn't look ready to bolt, thank God. In fact, he looked just as excited as I felt about our little bet. "Next round determines the winner. If you win, I'll be your personal slave/chef the next time you come over. If I win, I get a make out session. Agreeable terms?"
That was a win-win situation. I'd have been stupid not to agree while we were getting comfortable with one another. "Agreeable terms," I nodded.
Roxas lost. I mean obviously. I could've spared him, but food was more important than letting him win. "And I want hot dogs!" I laughed ad I stood up. "You thought you could defeat the fucking queen? Me? Moi?! Hell no, I came to win, bitch! Mama don't—"
I didn't notice the sly look on his face until it was too late. Before I could stop my gloating, he grabbed my waist and pinned me to the couch and the speed of goddamn light. I swear to you I traveled to another universe somewhere between the time I wasn't touching the ground and the time my back hit the couch.
He smirked, pressing his forehead to mine. "Got something to say now?"
"I…you're really strong..."
"I exercise regularly."
"I can tell!"
We both laughed, but there was definitely something different in the air between us. I could tell by the way he looked at me that this was about to turn into something else…and I didn't mind one bit.
"Can I—?"
"Please…"
No time was wasted. Our lips met, and every single nerve ending in my body decided to set off tiny little shocks at the exact same time. My body felt numb, but I could still feel every tingle beneath the skin. God, Roxas was a fantastic kisser. And even though I enjoyed it, my mind started to wander. How did that happen? I literally used to hate him, but ever since he first kissed me…I didn't know what to think. I felt like I was losing my mind.
My hands started to shake as my fingers curled into tight fists around his shirt and pulled desperately. I wasn't sure what I was pulling for or what I was even trying to do, but that seemed to encourage him.
And he didn't make things easier for me. He kept his hands respectfully above my waist the entire time but I could tell he wanted to move them. I knew he wanted more from me and I wanted it too, but there was something else there.
He wasn't the problem at all, trust me. It was me. I was afraid that it was real and even more afraid that it wasn't.
"Wait!" I pulled away. I had done the same thing last week without knowing why, but at least I was able to figure out that I was scared this time. He looked so disappointed, so I immediately said, "I'm sorry."
"Stop. You didn't do anything wrong, and I swear I wasn't trying to—"
"I wouldn't have cared if you were, honestly. It's just...it's been a while."
Roxas seemed to understand just perfectly. "It's okay. It's not like I'm gonna hurt you." He looked away, his frustration apparent. "God, I just want to be normal with you. Why aren't we normal?"
So I wasn't the only one who thought we were way too awkward? All I knew for sure was that I liked him and he liked me. Maybe. I didn't know. I didn't even know if we were exclusive or not.
"Roxas, what are we?"
He took that opportunity to sit up straight, running both hands through his hair. I followed his example. "I honestly don't know. What do you want us to be?"
"Whatever you're comfortable with," I muttered.
We were doing good before I pushed him away and ruined everything. I just couldn't breathe with all that tension in the air.
Then I thought about it: tension. The problem was that there was too much tension between us and the majority of it was coming from me. Things had a tendency to get really intense between us out of seemingly nowhere as well, and that only added to it.
I needed time to think.
"I should get home…"
He didn't look happy about that, but he didn't look angry either. "I'll…get my keys."
Why did I feel like shit? I wanted to be normal with him too, but I just knew he wouldn't like the normal me. I was all over the place. Nothing about me, my life, or my personality was consistent and a lot of people got tired of that really quickly. I didn't want him to get tired of me.
Roxas drove me home in silence. I wanted to say something, anything to him, but I didn't want to ruin things any more between us. The only thing that ever came out if my stupid mouth was stupidity. I thought of Selphie and how she made him laugh effortlessly when they talked. They weren't nervous or awkward. He probably would have been much happier with her than some dumb, emotionally unstable tomboy who's been M.I.A. from the dating scene since fucking high school.
He pulled in front of my house and we just sat there. I didn't want to get out too early, but I didn't want to stay too long. What was the appropriate time to exit someone's car after a…
What did we even have? A disagreement? An argument? A shindig?!
"Goodnight," Roxas said.
And then he sort of passive-aggressively told me to get the fuck out of his car. Best second and a half-ish date ever.
"Goodnight…" I mumbled, as I unbuckled my seatbelt. I wouldn't have blamed him if he wanted to end it. It was obvious we probably weren't going to move past this stilted romance thing we had going on. God, I was so damn embarrassed.
"Carter, I love you!"
I froze right as I opened the door. I felt bile rise in my throat; I was suddenly dizzy, confused, and terrified and I had no idea what to do or how to respond to that.
"You…what?"
"I-I'm sorry. It probably sounds fake, but it's not. I know exactly how I feel about you. I love you."
How could he already know? It had only been three weeks and I was doing everything wrong. I was awkward. We were awkward. My stomach twisted uncomfortably as I stared at the door handle.
It was way too early for him to be saying shit like that.
Love. What the fuck was that? How could he love someone like me after three awkward weeks together? How?
I didn't understand.
I didn't fucking understand. I wanted to know what the hell was wrong with him.
"Naminé?"
I couldn't look at him. My eyes were watering and I didn't want him to see me cry for no reason. I was stronger than that. Or at least I thought I was once upon a time. I seriously thought I was going to throw up out of pure fear if he said it again.
"I mean it, Naminé. I lo—"
"Stop," I spat. It came out a lot harsher than I intended. "Please don't say it again. I'll...I need to go. Talk to you tomorrow." I got out and literally ran to my front door, fumbling with the keys before I finally got inside and leaned against the door. I was overwhelmed and terrified and physically sick.
I didn't even want to see him the next day. Or the day after that.
x.o.o.x
It felt like my alarm clock went off too early the next morning. I just needed one more hour of sleep. The adult in me knew I had to face Roxas sooner or later, but I wanted more time to prepare for whatever came next.
Despite feeling like hell, I got up and got ready for work. Everything was…more or less fine up until I got to the building. Sora was the first person I saw. As usual, he was bubbling with tons of energy. I forced a smile as I walked over to him. "Hey Sora."
"Hey," he spoke slowly. He looked confused and worried the second he laid eyes on me. "You look…attractive."
That's code for you look like shit. It did nothing for my self esteem.
"I didn't get much sleep," I yawned into the back of my hand. It was the truth. I was worrying about Roxas all night. "I'll be fine though. I think I'm just gonna take a nap when I get up these stairs."
"Walk with me?" he asked.
I shrugged. What else was I going to do? Sit down and do a puzzle with him?
It took a while, but we finally got up the stairs. We were both exhausted and winded, but my legs looked great from three weeks of brutal exercise!
"Hey Sora? Come to my office for a second?"
He groaned as he leaned against the door leading to the stairwell. "I'm tired! Can't you just call me?!"
"It's about Roxas."
A wide grin spreads across his face as he grabbed my arm and practically dragged me to my own office. "Start with that next time. You two are so interesting to hear about!"
I thought he said we were boring…
When we got to my office, I sat down in my chair and dropped my purse on the floor beside me. Sora was already comfortable on the couch just a few feet away. "So I went over to Roxas' house last night."
"Uh-huh~…"
"Nothing special happened."
Ha.
"We just talked about our relationship."
Double ha.
"But when he dropped me off…he told me that he loved me."
His grin vanished into thin air and a grimace took its place. I was afraid that would happen. "Shit…"
"So it is a bad thing that he said it so early?"
"It depends. There are a couple ways to look at this. If you were childhood friends, I'd say it was completely okay to say it this early on. If you were friends for more than a year, I'd give it six months. If he's trying to get in your pants, I'm surprised he didn't say it sooner—"
"You know, you could just get to the point," I glared. The last thing I wanted to think about was being played like that. That would have been a huge fuck you to everything I felt for him when I hadn't even sorted it out yet.
"Alright, alright. Usually, I'd say this is a bad thing, but let's look at the facts: Roxas is a guy who knows exactly what he wants. You just so happen to be exactly what he wants. You were both in a traumatic situation not too long ago, which plays a huge role in this, and he's still healing from his last relationship with Kairi. I mean she left him for his twin."
He did have a point.
"Not to mention you've been living la vida single for…ever. The two of you are emotionally unstable. Dr. Sora suggests that you talk it out with him. And I'm prescribing sex for the two of you."
And then he lost me. How the hell was sex supposed to fix that kind of problem?
"Are you out of your mind?!"
"Yes, but that's not the point. Having sex with him will allow you both to let your guards down. You've yet to see him at his most vulnerable and vice versa. It should get all of that sexual tension out of the way and things should start to feel a little more comfortable."
So that was the problem. God. At least I had the tension part right. I'm smart as hell…
"I'll just talk to him. Thanks. I guess underneath that bird's nest is an actual brain after all."
He pouted as he reached up to touch his wild hair. "I like it. That's all that matters."
That made me smile. I really wanted that level of self confidence back. In high school, I didn't really care about what people thought unless it concerned my boobs. Several years later, I could barely look at Roxas without freaking out about how I looked in front of him or wondering if I was saying something that would make him hate me again.
What the hell happened to me?
"Stay here. I'm gonna go get something to drink." He nodded and stayed put while I walked into the hallway where the vending machine was. After putting my money in and pressing the button, nothing happened.
"This damn machine! Give me my fucking lemonade!" I banged on the machine, kicked it, and rattled it. My lemonade stayed inside. "God-fucking-damn it, I will kill whoever brought this piece of shit in here!"
"A little off our rocker, are we?"
I backed away from the machine and glared at the voice. It was Selphie, the chick who had been constantly flirting with Roxas since she got there. "What do you want?"
She shrugged innocently. "I just wanted to tell you I'm not the type to play games."
"Games?" I raised an eyebrow.
She nodded. "You like Roxas. I like Roxas. You two supposedly have a thing, but it's not looking too good from where I'm standing. He even admitted to it."
So he talked to her about our "relationship" problems? So much for keeping everything between us. Then again, I talked to Sora about everything so I guess that made us even.
"You two certainly are close," I muttered.
"And I'm happy about that. But in all honesty, I don't do taken men. Sneaking around isn't really my style. I'm just not a patient woman. If you two can't figure out what you want to do by the end of the month, I'm going for it. For now, I'll respect you two and back off. Sound fair?"
Wow. That was so straightforward and brutally honest.
I respected the fuck out of her.
"Sounds fair," I agreed. A month was plenty of time for us to get our shit together. Hopefully.
Selphie's smile disappeared. "He told me he freaked you out last night. What happened?"
I didn't want to just tell everyone our business, but I somehow felt I could trust her. Besides, what could she possibly do with the information? Blackmail me?
"He told me he loved me."
"And do you love him?"
How was I supposed to know?! Maybe… It wasn't impossible. I couldn't stop thinking about that stupid adorable fuckwad and his amazing kisses. Then Sora had to come along and make everything worse with that sexual tension comment.
"The blush says it all. Go talk to him." She started to walk away, but stopped. "Oh, and because you seem so confused and terrified about it…I'll bow out. What's the point of starting a marathon when you're already three-fourths done?"
I smiled. I actually smiled at her. I could definitely see us being friends in the future. Not because she was nice, but because she was so honest with me. I needed more of that in my life. "Thanks, Selphie."
"Pay me back by sorting things out with Roxas, kay?"
Not like I had much of a choice anyway.
x.o.o.x
When I came out of my office to go home, Roxas was coming out of his. I inhaled deeply and made my way over to him. He looked about as scared as I felt.
"Hey," he smiled. It was plastic just like my own.
"Hi."
We looked everywhere but at each other.
"Listen—"
"Can we—?"
And just when I thought we couldn't make any bigger fools of ourselves.
I decided to go first. Even though it was scary as hell to do, I decided to resort to the Band-Aid technique. "Roxas…you really freaked me out last night."
"I'm so—"
"Let me finish. Yes, I was freaked out by the fact that you could come to terms with something so big so quickly. I'm not doubting your feelings, but I want you to understand that I'm still trying to figure out my own feelings. I really do like you, but this awkward air around us is killing me."
His face softened as he nodded. "I understand. I didn't mean to scare you like that. I was just afraid to lose this chance. The way I feel about you scares the living shit out of me."
"Me too," I laughed, taking his hand. Our fingers intertwined almost immediately…and it was comfortable. "I wouldn't say I love you just yet, but what I am feeling is incredible. It's also frightening and overwhelming."
We were both scared. I think knowing that made it a little easier on us.
"I get it." He leaned down to kiss my forehead. That felt nice too. "But from now on, let's put our best faces away. All we're doing is trying to impress each other and it's ruining everything."
"…And by that you mean?"
"I mean just act like you normally would around anyone else. How am I supposed to like all of you if I don't see all of you?"
I nodded, pulling my hand back. "In that case, there's something I want to tell you."
"I'm all ears."
I took a deep breath. "I am fucking obsessed with you. Not to the point of kidnapping you and locking you in my basement, but I'm pretty sure I could draw your face without even looking at it. You are one gorgeous fucker. It really turns me on when you touch my lower back, bite your lip, and wink at me and I have zero clue as to why, I am jealous as fuck and was this close to pushing Selphie out of a window, when you stand really close to me I have thoughts that make me feel like a cheap prostitute, you suck at Mortal Kombat but your cooking is delicious, and I really want to kiss you right now."
There. It felt damn good to get all of that off of my chest off my chest…
Roxas grinned mischievously, adding to my growing lists of turn-ons. "Your kisses are amazing for someone who hasn't been with anyone in years, I want to spoil you, I'm a firm believer in third date sex, but I held off because I didn't want you to think that's all I wanted from you, it drives me crazy every time you say the word fuck, you're the last thing I think about at night, I like when we're kissing and you grab my shirt, the way you hold chopsticks absolutely disgusts me, I kinda want to murder something every time you put your elbows on the table when you eat, and I just want to be with you every second of the goddamn day."
The two of us sighed, unable to hide our relaxed smiles. "Your place or mine?" I asked boldly.
"Mine. I'm selfish as hell and I want it to be in my bed first."
"What if I was thinking the same thing about my bed?"
"Then that's just too damn bad."
x.o.o.x
I had never been so exhausted in my entire life…
"I can not feel my face," I mumbled into the pillow. "You have too much fucking stamina."
Five.
Fucking.
Rounds.
I swear to you, I felt like I was gonna die. My face was numb, my legs were jelly, and my right hand kept twitching. The sheets weren't even on the bed anymore, that's how crazy shit got.
"Other than that, how do you feel?" Roxas whispered.
"Like the inside of an empty tea cup: sticky and completely drained of all fluids."
He laughed. It wasn't nervous or stilted at all; he was really cracking up. It was the ugliest, most infectious laugh I ever heard. "I like this side of you so much better. You're funny."
"Tch, yeah. It's all fun and games until a Closed For Maintenance sign pops out in place of your orgasm…"
"Oh my God!" Roxas laughed even harder.
"And it didn't help that you started speaking Japanese. It's literally going to take a while for my ovaries to recover."
"You are killing me!" he wheezed. This time, I laughed with him. Our awkward phase was over. He was going to see the best and the worst of me and I didn't care.
"Can we do this again tomorrow?" I asked him, lightly rubbing his stomach.
He hummed and reached over to kiss me. "Can we try for six tomorrow?"
"Can you save me some ovaries?!"
Roxas chuckled. He finally sounded tired. "I'll think about it." He yawned and wrapped his arms around me. "I really love you."
My heart sped up and I felt a blush take over my face. "S-Shut up, idiot."
"Okay."
"That was the last thing he said before he fell asleep. I closed my eyes and smiled to myself. I was falling for him. Everything about him.
