Chapter Fourteen:
Saint Valentin
With a decorative bag in one hand Burgundy crept up to Georgia. Georgia, as usual, was unsuspectingly sitting on the couch enjoying her pastime of watching television. Just as well since Burgundy had a surprise for her. She placed the bag on the ground and wrapped her arms around her neck.
Georgia playfully cocked an eyebrow at her. "Well hello, friendly," she greeted and planted a small peck on her cheek.
"Wanna guess what day this is?" Burgundy asked sensually.
Oh shit. Georgia began to panic inwardly. Today is probably some sort of anniversary or something. Damn my goldfish brain! Our first date? No, that's in June. First kiss? No, that's in May. Think Georgia, think!
"I'll give you a hint," Burgundy said, poking Georgia's left cheek. "What's the day?"
Georgia's eyes rolled back in thought. "Thursday…February fourtee—" she began, and then realized. Oh, crap! What a day to not caring about what holiday it was! Then she felt something being placed on her lap. It was a red bag with a few pink hearts on it. Way to go making me feel like scum.
"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Burgundy cooed in her ear. Georgia started to sweat bullets. She knew that Burgundy wasn't trying to make her feel uncomfortable and probably wasn't even expecting much of anything in return. She just hated getting gifts and not returning the favor. Plus Burgundy lovingly nuzzling her face didn't help the lump in her throat.
"Don't you want to see what's inside?"
Damn you and your seduction! Georgia peeked into the bag. There wasn't any packaging, just a manga. She took it out. It was the latest volume of a comedy series that she had just started in. "Uhh…"
"I know you didn't buy me anything for today," Burgundy said, putting her forearms and slightly squeezed. "Just don't forget to get me something on White Day."
If Georgia hadn't known better Burgundy had just subtly threatened her, but she would never do something like that.
Would she?