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Sakura blushed. She had just imagined herself with him in his bed. Syaoran is very possessive when holding her. It always felt like there is no tomorrow. His kisses and embraces never fail to show his love for her.

"Sleep well Sakura. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight Syaoran. I love you."

"Goodnight Love."

"Hey! This isn't fair!"

Syaoran was laughing his heart out. He had beaten Meilin in this game countless times but she never gives up. She always challenges him to play the same game. Sometimes he just wanted to loose on purpose so she would stop bugging him but she won't let him. She threatened to hate him for the rest of her life if he did.

"Give it up already you can't beat me."

"No way! I'll definitely win. Until that happens, you will play with me."

"You're hopeless."

"Hmmmm. Sakura is really good at cooking." Meilin said while enjoying the aroma of what Sakura is cooking.

"Yeah. That's why I love her."

Meilin shot him a questioning look. She knew that, but he never told Sakura that he loved her. Then she gave him a serious look.

"Do you want a future with her?"

Syaoran didn't answer. In his mind and heart the answer is yes. But he couldn't say it out loud.

"I know you love her. But you shouldn't give her false hope. You are well aware that the Daidouji's had always wanted you to marry Tomoyo, business wise. And your family couldn't disagree."

"We can't talk about it right now. I love her Mei and I need to find a way to keep her."

"I root for the happiness of you both. Just be ready to face the elders, and especially Tomoyo. It would be better if Sakura knows about this as well. You'll end up hurting her more if she learns about it from someone else."

"Thanks. I'll go check on her."

Syaoran stood up and went to the kitchen. His heart feels heavy. But it will surely lighten up once he sees Sakura's smiling face. And he wasn't disappointed. Sakura was humming to some tune while stirring the soup. He stood behind her and hugged her. He kissed her neck.

"Hey."

"I'm hungry. And I want to eat you."

Sakura hit his arm and laughed. Then she faced him.

"Why don't you help me fix the table so we can eat?"

"Alright."

They kissed before setting up the table.

"Hmmmm. So yummy!" Meilin boomed upon seeing the food on the table.

"Meilin you're embarrassing me."

"Shut up Syaoran! This dish really tastes uhmmm."

"There's more. You can have as much as you want."

"Hey! You can just eat it all up, you gluttonous brat."

"Nothing can stop me punk!"

"Guys cut it out. I've cooked a lot. You can eat as much as you want. Geez! You're like kids."

Meilin stick her tongue out to Syaoran who in response ate a spoonful. Sakura was just too happy to see both of them act naturally. At the office they're both stiff and strict. Who would think that they can behave like this?

After the meal all three settled in the living room. Meilin was sprawled in the bean bag while Syaoran and Sakura cuddled in the sofa. They were eating ice cream while watching some random romantic movie. Sakura was so touched by it that she was crying when the movie ended. Syaoran whispered on her ear.

"Crybaby."

"I'm not!"

Sakura was still wiping the tears off her face. 'Stupid eyes.' These days she keeps wondering why she doesn't ran out of tears.

"Look at the glutton brat."

Sakura turned to look at Meilin. She was dozing off. She couldn't help herself but let out a laugh. Meilin kept surprising her today. Syaoran stood up.

"Hey, gluttons are not allowed to sleep here."

"Oh shut up!"

Meilin tried covering her face but her hand couldn't find anything. "I'll crash here and use the white room. Chiao."

Then she sleepily dragged herself towards one of the room. She banged the door closed and locked it. She no longer wants Syaoran disturbing her sleep.

They looked at each other and laughed.

"Meilin doesn't have an interest in romance. That's why she still doesn't have a man. Unlike someone here who cries just about anything."

Sakura repeatedly but gently punched his chest. He was laughing while trying to catch her hands. She tried evading him. She was about to leap out of his reach but her still got her. He pinned her down and playfully bit her earlobe. Sakura screamed and giggled. Her earlobe is the one place that would really get into her. It was just too ticklish.

"Stop! Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Sto… Elp…"

Syaoran held her tightly and continued biting her earlobe. She was still screaming when she suddenly choked. She was coughing hard, her face turning red. She was also having hard time breathing.

"I'm sorry. I'll stop."

"Wa… ter…"

She continued coughing. Syaoran panicked. He hurriedly poured water on a glass and gave it to Sakura. She drank it empty. Then she started coughing again. She was still having hard time breathing.

"He…lp…."

"Oh God Sakura. I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it again."

She stopped coughing and peaked.

"You promised. Better keep it."

She immediately stood up and ran towards the corner. Syaoran could only gaze at her in disbelief.

"You little liar."

She was laughing at him. Her right hand holding her stomach and the left pointing at him while her voice echoed in the penthouse.

"You… should… have… seen… the… look… on… your… face…" Sakura said in between laughter.

"Why you!"

"Oops! You already promised." She reminded him when he was about to grab her.

She's now trying to catch her breath. But she's still smiling.

"I can't believe I fell for that!"

Syaoran kept shaking his head. She got him. He was really sorry seeing her suffer.

"Alright, enough. I'm tired. Haaah!"

"Hey can you sleep over?"

"What?"

"Just for tonight. I'll behave."

"Yeah right."

"Here warm yourself."

"Thanks."

Sakura held the coffee mug with both hands. They're on the balcony behind the glass door on the living room. She just finished washing herself. She's now wearing Syaoran's oversized t-shirt which can become her dress and his pajamas. She just folded it she won't step on it. 'Don't worry they're new.'

"Give me your feet.

She gave him a questioning look. He just waved his hand urging her to extend her leg and rest it on his legs.

"Don't do anything weird."

She rested her left leg on Syaoran's right leg. He rolled her pajamas up to her knee. He pulled out something from his pocket. It was a silver anklet. The chains are intertwined forming 3 rings clustered together. At the end of every cluster is a silver cherry blossom flower. He placed it on her ankle.

"Because rings, bracelets and necklaces are too mainstream." He explained while locking it on her.

She can't help but smile in amazement. She's still looking at the thing wrapped on her ankle. It glittered when hit by the lights coming from the cars on the streets.

"It's beautiful."

"It compliments you."

"How so?"

"Well, first the cherry blossom flowers. You're Sakura which literally means the same thing. Then your scent, it always reminds me of the Sakura tree. We also have silver. Well, that. I think it suits you better than gold. You don't need fancy glitters and you don't try hard. You stay simple yet elegant being yourself.

"Gosh! I don't know what to say."

"Wear it at all times. That should keep our bond in tact."

Sakura sensed sadness in his voice. She looked at him with a worried face.

"I guess it's about time I tell you my little secret. But you have to promise me that you'll let me finish first before saying anything."

"I promise." She said after staring at him for a few minutes.

"My father and Tomoyo's dad, Yukito Daidouji, were good friends. They grew together. If they weren't both boys, they would have been wed. Our grandparents wanted to merge both companies but it won't be possible unless a wedding takes place."

Syaoran reached for her hand and gently squeezed it. He took a deep breath before continuing.

"Tomoyo is like a sister. We see each other almost everyday. So one day our fathers were talking about business at the old mansion. Then Uncle Yukito told my Father 'Why not wed those two when they grow up? Surely they would learn to love each other seeing their closeness.' My father smiled and agreed."

This time Syaoran kissed her hand while his eyes looked blankly ahead. Sakura squeezed his hand back.

"So from that day Tomoyo and I were continuously told to take care of each. Love each other and prepare for the upcoming wedding. When we entered high school, we had different interests so the issue died out. But then Tomoyo decided to take up the course and studied at the same school where I was studying."

He extended his arms to hug her. She was listening intently. And he was glad that she hadn't said anything, she just listened.

"It seemed that both families had forgotten about that silly agreement. But then Tomoyo acted up and she shoved the issue back into our lives, into my life."

He sighed and gave her a light kiss on the head.

"I dismissed the issue and didn't mind her advances. She became aggressive and demanded my time. Every time I reject her, she would spill the beans to my parents, whom will force me to go out with her. She's manipulative and self-centered. But I still care for her. She's like a kid sister."

Syaoran looked at her trying to read the expression on her face. All he could see was understanding and warmth. She listened and understood. And above all, she's still beside him, keeping him warm in this cold night. He held her chin. They looked at each others eyes with love and respect.

"So whatever she does or say, just please ignore her. She's tactless and mean. I would like to apologize in advance. This is too much to ask from you, but please ignore her."

"I'm happy that you told me everything. You made me understand, you made me see beyond my own feelings." Sakura said tenderly.

"Thank you Love."

She hugged him. Despite Syaoran and Tomoyo's deep rooted ties, he gave her enough space. A space where she can rest easy and hold on to what they have, what they share. Telling her this made her believe that their bond is as strong as his ties to Tomoyo and her family. She realized that all this time, her eyes were closed and she could only see what her heart felt. She couldn't see Syaoran's heart. She hadn't heard it beating.

But tonight he opened himself to her. He freely allowed his heart to beat and call out her name. His soul reached out to touch hers begging her to open up to him. She will no longer doubt him. Instead she will open her heart widely so she can engulf his aching heart. And let her soul unfold before him so his soul can touch it.

"Just promise me one thing." Syaoran said breaking her line of thought.

"What is it?"

"Promise me that you won't leave or let go even if it feels like it's over. Please promise me Sakura."

"I promise. You need to promise me as well."

"Anything."

"I'll hold on and will keep up no matter what happens. But if the time comes and deep in your heart you know it's over, you have to tell me its over."

"That will never happen Sakura. I won't let it happen."

"You have to promise me."

"Okay I promise."

"I love you Syaoran."

"You don't need to worry Love. I trust that the odds are always with us."

"I hope so to."

"Come on. Let's call it a night."

"Yeah."

Both stood up and entered the living room. They held each other as they walked towards Syaoran's room. Sakura rested on his chest while his arm held her. Silence surrounded them as they lay awake.

"Love?"

"Hmmm?"

"Will you marry me if I asked you to?"

Sakura raised her head to look at him closely. He was dead serious. And he was staring intently at her, waiting for her answer.

"If we can withstand what we are facing now, there is no reason to say no."

He hadn't expected that answer. He was hoping she'd say yes and they'd runaway. But she's right. They can't runaway. They need to face what's coming and overcome it. That's the only way he can love her unconditionally.

He caressed her face and pulled her closer to kiss her. Sakura had always been his light whenever he sees despair and feels empty. She's taking anything he can offer while his sucking everything she has. He is being unfair to her but she's not complaining. She loves him unconditionally. He is dying to do the same. But the circumstances keep him from doing so. 'Forgive me my love.'

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