Skin
Final Word Count: 331
.i do not own sailor moon.
Her hand grazed across his, sending what he could only describe as an electrical current shooting up his spine. It'd been an accident, he was positive she hadn't meant to touch him at all. Besides, she hated him. He was sure of it. Why else would she look at him with such disdain every time he saw her? It wasn't like he was helping his case either whenever they met. His constant teasing of her hairstyle and her klutz attacks would make him want to hate himself as well.
However, her hand didn't immediately draw away, remaining there atop his as she stared with disbelieving eyes. Neither of them said anything, he's certain he wasn't breathing, honestly. Until the beautiful blond heard her name being called by her friends and she snatched her hand away. The milkshake she'd come to get was grasped, the glass sliding off the counter as she moved from the stool and made her way back to the table she and her friends occupied. He could only watch from the corner of his eye as they sat around one another, giggling and drinking milkshakes. Something that girls their age always did. However, he couldn't help but wish that she'd have stayed beside him.
Lithe fingers wrap around the handle of his coffee mug, bringing the cup to his lips for a sip. He spares a glance over his shoulder as discreetly as he is able. And there she is, sitting at the end of the booth, smiling and laughing and having a good time. And he can't help but wonder, would she ever smile at him like that one day?
He can still remember the feel of her skin against his. How soft and smooth it'd been. And how it left him, longing to feel even the slightest touch from her hand once more. What a sap he's turning out to be. But he embraces it with a smile and takes a long sip of his coffee.