CHAPTER 96
I do not own Skip Beat! Yoshiki Nakamura does.
~~Magical Summer Trip~~
-2nd trip-
~part one~
~~Another step taken~~
It was the middle of July. And a magnificent day. Not a cloud up. Above, the sky was the vibrant pearly blue that announces a hot day.
She had been working nonstop these last weeks, overcharging a little to distract herself and she felt pretty tired. So, she was actually looking up to today, as it was her first day off in a while. It also marked the beginning of a lighter schedule for her and her agency had promised she would have more power into adapting it. Fine, it wasn't totally true. The last two days preceding today had already unclogged pretty well but she hadn't been able to recuperate properly. Today was her first day sleeping in. In a long while.
The filming of the second season of The Secret Detective was moving along well and would finish earlier than scheduled, meaning end of Summer, because they were planning to make it a little longer and cut it into two to be able to propose it to the public early next year. And shoot the other half of second part during the release of first one.
But since she was separating her time with different productions, some here and some in Japan or elsewhere, they had jumped at the occasion to film a maximum of scenes while she was here. And now that it was done, only a couple of scenes were left for first part and some sequences they wanted to film ahead for the second one. It had taken some time to gather every actor when she just came back, which had explained why her time hadn't filled up instantly. But the moment it was the case, everyone had been booked and rolling without interruption to get a maximum of scenes stored in.
Which was also why it was giving her schedule some slack now. Several actors had other jobs coming up, she also had some modelling gigs coming herself, that had been postponed. But that was the other reason, she thought, that pushed directors to cut filming into two parts. Between the prolongation of the season and too many actors unavailable.
And while she understood, she was also puzzled personally. Using all her energy into acting had helped to focus herself, and not let her mind sidetrack too much.
If she was being honest, the fact she had been able to talk with Ren again, at least every three days, had helped tremendously. But who said she wanted to be honest with herself, huh?
Nonetheless, this opening of free time was a two sides sword. She was grateful for the rest, because, truly, she needed some. But it didn't bode well with her for her peace of mind.
So, she was determined to keep herself occupied, even if it was with chill things. She could do intense or relaxing activities, the only important element was being able to not let her mind wander.
Otherwise, she knew who she would think about. And it wouldn't do any good.
But even if her plans of activities had a precise purpose, it didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself. Or at least, try to.
She had put on music that she hoped would cheer her up, and was nursing a cup of coffee in an oversize thin shirt that she used as PJ in summer, while wondering if she would try for a drive or would read some book and scripts today.
She would go for a drive the next day, she decided. She had only work in the afternoon tomorrow so she would have time, and she realized she might appreciate a little more chill today.
Humming to one of the songs, she opened her glass doors, letting enter the already sweetened air of this end of morning, and sat on the bench on her terrace. She sipped her coffee as the light breeze of the ocean washed away to her, curling her hair in an even bigger mess, and she offered herself to the caress of the sun. She let the tender rays hit the skin of her neck and collarbone, of the beginning of her chest peaking through the not very well-buttoned shirt, and she felt herself relax. She moved around so that her whole body would be lightened up by the sun, stretching out her nude legs and enjoying the texture of the smooth tiles under the sole of her feet.
Nothing better than the sun to make you forget your worries, she thought with a smile. She definitively had chosen well. Because despite her sleep in, the weariness had remained. She hadn't stopped yawning today. She would need more than one cup of coffee to wake up. Not that it mattered that much, considering she would stay in, but still.
She returned inside to fill her cup, wondering if she was inspired enough for some music, but she did not have any word coming, and decided against it.
She was finishing filling her cup, especially appreciative, once more, to be able to smell the scent of the ocean from her kitchen so long as her glass doors were open.
She retrieved a book to read and was padding her way back outside with Snow twirling around her feet when the door blasted open with Kayla. Followed by a sheepish Kyle.
Kyoko placed the cup of coffee back down, and arched a brow at them, before sitting on the high seat of the counter, crossing both legs and arms.
"You know how much I love when you barge in without knocking or ringing, like you live here, dear, dear Kayla." She said with an excessively sweet tone towards the impulsive woman that was her friend.
Kyle mouthed an apology, and that's when she noticed he wasn't alone, and that his boyfriend was there too. She shot a glare to Kayla.
"Kayla, give me one good reason to not kick your butt out. And you, Kyle, you knew better."
She had the decency to look a little ashamed.
"We wanted to check on you, and see if you would be up to – "
"If your proposition has anything to do with a party, I'm out. In fact, whatever you wanna propose, I'm out. I just wanna rest today." She told her.
There was a pause then to her surprise she said she knew it would be her response.
"I mostly wanted to check on you. We were a little worried about you."She explained. "We are not planning to stay too long. We already made some plans. But Kyle and I were both worried, and you had never met Tray, and – "
She sighed and finally apologized.
Kyle concurred on the same feelings, and she sighed too.
That was unfair. She couldn't stay mad after that.
She smiled softly at her and Kyle.
"I'm okay. And you are forgiven. But if you don't learn to ring a bell or knock, one day I might throttle you." She said to them.
"She is right," Kyle said, trying to be severe in his tone but the teasing that finished his words as he glanced at Kyoko at the end nullified this, "You know she hates it, try to be more polite if you don't want her to poison us with one of her delightful foods one day. Plus, she could actually have someone and need the intimacy, you know."
She rolled her eyes at him before turning to what was certainly Tray, if she based herself on the pictures she had seen in the past.
"I'm glad to meet you, Tray. Kyle told me the absolute best of you."
He returned the greeting with some amused puzzlement before saying.
"That's it? No punishment? After they bothered in your first quiet day? I thought you would at least strangle one of them after what Kyle told me about the number of times it happened." He said.
She shrugged, before turning back to her coffee as she uncrossed her arms and noticed Kayla rummaging in her fridge. She shook her head with a smile. She was a little rude but she knew she cared, and always gave her hugs when she knew something was bad. And she had been able to confide – if only a tint – with Kyle without him ever being judged or snuffed over the least about it if she didn't want anyone to know what her issues were. Fairy related or not. Most of all, whether they helped her or not, they were her friends.
"There are fruit salad, some lemon tart, bread, cheese, tofu, rice, miso soup and some other stuff in the fridge, if Kayla didn't eat it all already, help yourself to it." Kayla made a grumbled protestation and started pulling off a few of the easier stuff.
"You told her she was kind, not that she was a saint." She heard Tray say softly to Kyle but way too loud to be meant to not be heard by her, making the last one chuckle and saying he had forgotten to mention it.
"I'm far from it. The food is poisoned, run away. But luckily for you, I already had my first coffee and slept alright, so I won't bite."She said, the nose in her coffee. Mostly, she was in a good mood because she had been able to talk to Ren just two days ago. They had stayed on the phone three hours. And she had slept in one of the tees he forgot to ask back, where still remained a ghost of his scent.
They all laughed at her comment and set about ransacking her fridge.
I might need to go shop tomorrow. She thought. She might be able to avoid it if she stayed on simple things like rice and miso soup. She had restocked recently, because that was the kind of food she missed too much from Japan.
Tray remained a little behind while her friends did not bother with shame, pretexting her food was too good for politeness. Though Kyle thought about taking some parts away for her and hiding them from Kayla eyes, before putting them back in the fridge surreptitiously.
Tray leaned on the counter slightly, dropping two white packages in front of her. Kyoko lifted her eyes to him in question.
He smiled, eyeing Kyle fondly.
"An offering." He said with a grin. "From me but it was Kyle's idea."
She arched her eyebrow. "I asked what I could bring you since I would meet you and he said I should bring food because we would most likely empty your fridge. And arrive like savages. Kayla, mostly, he precised." Tray said, with a professional completely manufactured serious tone. "So, it's a peace offering, really."
"Hey!" Protested Kayla again, but she didn't even try to say more.
"To appease you." Added Kyle, grinning. "For the tiny times, a grumpy girl appear behind the saint times. Though, it seems she isn't there yet."
She glanced at Kyle with her own grin before returning to Tray and thanking him.
"You didn't have to, really." She said. "But the offering is appreciated."
"We will survey Kayla doesn't put her hands on it."
Kyoko laughed.
"That will be tough. What is it?"
"Croissants and Pain-au-chocolat*. French delights."
"Ohhhh."
"Can I open it?"She asked.
They rolled her eyes at her and she giggled.
She opened them, sniffing amorously the content before relieving one of the paper bags from one pain-au-chocolate.
"I should hide this away, shouldn't I?" She asked, eyeing Kayla but her friend just laughed, dangling the lemon tart in front of them.
"Keep them, this is better. I would kill for this."
"Offering accepted." She said to Tray and Kyle. "Thank you again. And plus, I think they will be safe from Kayla's hands."
They nodded wisely, and Kyle made a beeline towards Kayla to try out the tart.
Tray turned to her.
"May I humbly ask to taste your food?"He inquired with a hand on his chest and a tiny bow. "I heard magical stories about it."
She laughed.
"I see you also learned how to approach me about it. Suit yourself, really." She said with a wave of the hand.
"Maybe." He said with a smile far too innocent to be credible, before joining his boyfriend.
Humming sounds of delight didn't wait to be heard, and she let them while she took a good munch in her chocolate stuffed puff pastry. It was amazing. Very light and sweet, but not too much. Based on what she knew, it must mean it was coming from a very good store. It went very well with the coffee.
She checked her phone while they finished eating, looking if there wasn't any change on her jobs. There wasn't and she put it down with a sigh. She didn't have any message.
Her friends finished eating, and despite all the jokes, they hadn't eaten everything, only the sweet stuff she had made. And they had actually put back everything into place afterwards. Her first pastry was long gone and she was going to try for a croissant when Kyle poured her some more coffee in her cup.
"I made some new."He started, "I also slipped some baguettes sandwiches in your fridge." He added in a conspiracy whisper.
She pinched her lips in a smile.
"I thought the pastries were the peace offering." She said.
He nodded grimly.
"It was and it is. But it was from Tray. And I was very afraid it wouldn't be enough, considering."He said with mourning scared look, as he glanced at her from under his lashes.
She held back her laugh. He knew how to appear very demure when he wanted. But mostly, he knew how to look pitiful. It would nearly make her compare it to her fairy puppy look. Though this one was much less deadly. It just didn't stand a chance. If he were to beg her for something, she would be able to resist with this one.
"Considering?"She asked in the same whisper.
"It's the third time in five weeks she barges in. And it is your day off. After many weeks packed. Not just one of your 'less filled ones'." He said. "I was getting ready to be chopped off to not have managed to hold her back."
She shook her head, and patted his shoulder, giving him a brief side hug.
"I saw she looked really worried. And I know you did your best."She said before adding with some sadness. "I really worried the both of you last time, huh?"
Kyle grimaced.
"Maybe a little."
"Not fine was an understatement." He added.
She smiled again, but she knew she hadn't convinced him with it when she saw his face. She guessed it must have looked too resigned and sad. She didn't always succeed into hiding things from Kyle. He was too good at reading her.
"I'm okay."She repeated for his ears only again. When she saw he looked sceptical still, she added. "As good as I can be. Better than last time at least."
He frowned, unhappy.
"You promise?"
"Yes. I promise it is better than last time."
"That but nothing more than that, huh?"He said, grimly.
She shrugged before shaking her head, and looking into the milk brown of her coffee.
"It isn't so bad." She said with a yawn.
He grumbled something as Tray joined them but she didn't hear him.
"I'm unconvinced, I'm warning you." He said at last but she could see the humour was back in him.
She snorted.
"Pretend you are, then." She said, expression stern as she stared at him.
He put the tranche of his hand to his forehead.
"Roger, Ma'am."
She grinned.
"Good." She said in her coffee, and closing her eyes. She felt wearier all of sudden. She guessed residual tiredness was kicking in.
"Don't worry."Kyle whispered to her. "Kayla meant it, we are not planning to stay long. We really have things to do."
She smiled sleepily at him, with a small nod. As long as they didn't mind if she was half-sleeping. She couldn't say she wasn't looking forward to have her tranquillity back for the rest of the day, but she didn't mind at this moment.
Their talks quieted down, and they only chatted sparsely between their own gulps of drink.
That's when her door bell rang.
"Someone that actually knows how to ring a door." She said with a little tease intended at Kayla who laughed at that, and nodded, promising she'd try to do better. Mhmm. Kyoko didn't know if she was convinced such a thing would happen. When she would quit being a photographer maybe. Aka, never.
She stretched her back and went to respond the door.
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His bag dropped at his feet. Landed down unceremoniously on the sandy path by the driver when he wasn't paying attention, before the man left. He could not have cared less, however.
He leaned on the dyke, letting the hot breeze caress his skin with a sunny nostalgia. State was different but sea was the same.
What he had done was mad. Reckless.
His thoughts returned to his legs carrying to boarding site, to security, to sitting in a narrow seat. Rushing. Hasting. As if he was free of any chain, of any constrain, flying on one direction.
He saw himself watching by the window the clouds derive as they got further away from ground. His knee wiggling a tempo the whole time he was in the engine. His held breath as he touched the floor, as he exited the plane, the airport, as he reached a place closer to home he had been in a long time. But most of all, to where she lived. To the jumpy feeling as he had hailed a taxi driver. To his lips breathing out an address. To his board tenseness as the car drove by buildings and houses, roads and avenues, a big stretching red bridge.
The wind whooshed through the thin long-sleeve t-shirt he had donned when a sudden gust passed, and his eyes turned to the deep shiny ocean sparkling to the side, silently soothing in nature. No rollers in sight today, just quiet waves lapping the sand lands softly. The blues a mix of marine and turquoise, hues melting and twirling in each other to shadows and rays of the sun.
His feet creaked on the floor of sand and tiny pebbles as he took in his surroundings. A track, a little out centred remotely followed the beach, marked by areas with segments of seawalls if he went to his left, going towards bouts of gathered residences. And seeing the area, he understood why people chose to leave a little away from the centre of the city. It was gorgeous. The right side only led to one house only and no seawall went that way anymore. He was still a hundred metres away from it, the driver had said when he had left, saying he couldn't come closer without entering the private property. Not sure he believed that, Ren thought.
A proper and bigger road could be seen on the left of the road he was on, and he was pretty sure the access would have been easier by that road, and that this dusty track had spooked the driver.
The footpath was the one path truly clinging to sand beach curves and boarding every side of it. It was also surprisingly bigger than the track, confirming Ren's thoughts that this 'somewhat way' was only connecting the different residences if needed. But that it was in no way the road giving access to the city, normally.
He gathered back his bag and nearly tremendously slowly walked the meters on the right. Until he saw it.
He stopped, then. Wanting to take everything in, to not miss anything. But also just breathing before he would knock.
The house was not huge but not small either. It had two levels, which wasn't so frequent on the coast. The outside walls were white cut by areas by zones of vertical cinder washed brown planks. And while he was not fully sure, he thought he could see huge glass door walls on the right. The reflection of the sun made the glass shine. A tiny path leaving from what seemed to be a small terrace led to a few steps that landed directly onto the beach, a tint on his right. And near him, a smooth plate rock rejected by the ocean long ago marked the entry of those steps and down to the ocean.
Two cars were parked on the small parking area on the left but the ocean was the only sound echoing its voice.
It's so peaceful.
That was reckless, that was insane.
But he did not care. He did not care.
He was losing it. He knew.
It was crazy. So crazy.
But as his blood pumped in his veins, as rush and frenzy animated his whole being, as his legs resumed movement, none of that mattered.
Cement replaced the tiny gravels and sand mix of earlier under the sole of his feet as he closed in, and he breathed. Deeply. Only a couple of metres from the front door now.
Three metres. Two.
One.
He was about to knock, or call when he heard voices, laughs, from the sides. He resisted, once more, the pang of jealousy he felt sometimes to know she was having fun with other people, without him. Happy she was having fun, yet missing being able to witness it. And jealous of people who could.
He thought about making the turn of the house, from where the voices were coming, guessing it might be because glass doors were opened he was hearing them. If those glass doors were truly what he had seen. Or maybe just a window.
But he decided against trying that approach in a second. It would have been pretty rude and he didn't want to shock the hell of her if she had been busy.
He rang, so.
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She turned her face to the cooing sounds Kyle's boyfriend made as Snow charmed her way on Tray lap, and smiled. Her cat soon began to meowl loudly, however, demanding with clear dissatisfaction food before she would die from starvation, and she took her back from Tray and in her arms, to go feed her. She contained another yawn as she did so, feeling weary in her moves. She really must have been more exhausted than she thought. However, she guessed she hadn't counted the countless bad nights that had preceded that crazy schedule, so maybe that was the reason.
The door rang as she was feeding Snow, and Kayla proposed to go look who it was. She let her and thanked her – Kayla would tell her if it were important – , and returned to the pressing matter of cat-feeding.
Meanwhile at the door, a tall man met the eye of Kayla and inquired if Kyoko was there.
Once her cat was happily served, she went to the fridge to serve herself some orange juice, giving some to Kyle while Tray took pictures of Snow with his phone. She was already back on her seat, sipping her juice.
She thought she heard a small gasp from her friend but throwing a quick glance, the door and her friend were blocking her sight to see who it might be, and frankly she didn't have the energy to deal with ads and other stuff. So unless it was for work, or an emergency, she just wanted to be left alone. Handling her friends and the loss of tranquillity were already enough for her.
And she wasn't really dressed enough to answer the door, anyway. So, if it weren't a friend, she would pass. She didn't mind about Kyle and Kayla and if there had been no one else, she would have gone. But she could refrain from it, she would.
That's when she heard the rather loud "come in" from Kayla, and her front door closing.
"Someone is there for you, Kyoko. So, I let him in." Kayla called merrily.
There went her chances of avoidance, she guessed. No time to pass on a proper outfit either.
She heard the footfalls and a weird hiccup from Kyle on her left, and she stood, making a step and turning to her visitor.
Her bare feet rooted in the tiles under them as she stared, shocked.
Her eyes dive up into green ones, it has been long since she had seen those. But coupled with the familiar brown hair. A tall lean figure faces her, wearing a smooth tee, and she idly wonders how he could wear a long sleeve anything by this weather. Brain is a funny thing. Her words keep failing her, however, and she gazes into those soft eyes, loses herself in them, her heart pulsing to life with joy and relief to finally see him. His smile is radiant with happiness. His eyes are more intense that she remembers. Vibrating with some odd energy. Deep, capturing.
The hows, the whys, the whens, all of them escape her.
Only him matters. Seeing him.
He is not smiling anymore, then, but not moving either. Not leaving. Not letting her avoid his gaze.
"How?"She says.
He is here. He is here.
By her sides, her friends hear her as she speaks but say nothing, respectful, waiting to see. But they feel the tense energy she is emitting. And it is buzzing.
Tray asks who it is but the others shake their heads, shutting him up.
"How? Why? You – "
That's the sort of babble getting to their ears but they do not dare to interrupt.
Am I dreaming?
But her words are lost again as she looks into his eyes. She hears movement but does not see, locked in his sight, dazed.
Then his arms are around her. In his warmth.
"Kyoko."He says. Only that.
As he holds her.
None of it makes sense. She doesn't comprehend.
Only one thing matters, though. He is here. She locks her arms around him, squeezing back.
She barely feels her feet and toes caressing the ground as they progressively leave it. She doesn't hear her friends gasping. Only comfort, warmth, soothing scent. Him.
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He holds her and she doesn't want him to let go. She doesn't want to move. She stalls. How can such a hard body can feel so cushioning, so welcoming, comforting?
"I missed you." He says, and to her ears, it sounds as if he is nearly growling the words. She pulls away a little, to see his face. His face is glowing. He is so bright it blinds her. Why must he look so happy when he is holding her close? Had her resistance dulled with the time away or is she less skilled? Her emotion refuses to be grabbed down, and she feels herself slipping. She pushes back some of his messed up hair with an amused smile, fallen in his sight and unruled by the sea wind, she is sure. "I don't understand. How come you are here?" His locks don't want to stay put and fall back, and on an impulsion, she messes them up softly. His expression gets even more luminous at her move, and his eyes seem to dance with light inside.
She tweaks her face and apologizes with a tiny grin, even so.
"Sorry. Couldn't help myself."
His strong fingers push away her locks as he looks at her, mimicking her precedent move, and he brushes her cheek for a second. He brushed his nose against hers, and she is so surprised by the tender move, it broke her barely holding mask and she blushed.
"Mess my hair any time you want," He says then before adding when he hears someone clearing their throat, "I will explain later." He put her down.
She stepped back, remembering herself but also appalled to have forgotten everything and everyone – only him had existed.
I'm so screwed.
She turned around. She felt kind of odd and embarrassed, yet also happy that she will get to introduce him to her friends of here.
Walking around and away a little to give him some room, she felt Snow rubbing at her legs, and picked her up. It will give her some countenance. Her friends are looking at her, eyes as huge as milk cat saucer, but she shrugged at them.
A buzzing feeling inside her belly is swelling at the idea of having him here. Shyness at him able to see the home she renovated. Happiness to have him here. The desire to retreat over the perusing she was imagining he was doing. She wanted the time to freeze but also to hide under a carpet, away from his eyes. The huge space he occupied grabbed at her like he was filling it. As if he was swallowing her focus to him.
He made a few steps in, and she observed him, as he looked around with curiosity. Her awkwardness rose at his keen silent attention. He removed his shoes as of habit from living in Japan and she brought him slippers. Then she introduced him to her friends.
She coughed, and waved at her friends.
"Those are Kayla, Kyle and Tray. Everyone, this is Ren Tsuruga." They greeted each other. Ren, with a smile, the other with some briefness. Her friends seemed spooked.
"Youare Ren?" Asked Kyle, mouth opened and looking a little spooked. "The man with the sexy voice we spoke with on the phone a couple of weeks ago?"He checked, and Kyoko shot him a glance.
Ren chuckled some, and rubbed his neck before replying.
"Granted that I recognized both of your voices, I guess yes." Kyle stared at him then at Kyoko then back at him. He looked like he wanted to pass out. She held back a snort. She guessed Kyle might not have been prepared for that.
"Damn." Kayla said. "Your voice doesn't do you justice."
Ren tilted his head, confused and Kyoko face-palmed.
Kyle swatted at her, and making google eyes, he mouthed a 'seriously' in her direction.
She rolled her eyes at him.
Ren's attention remained unfocused, however, she saw him getting distracted again, missing Kyle faces. He kept an eye on the discussion and agreed when she proposed him a seat at the counter, but he peeked around left and right every few seconds.
"Do you want some coffee?"She proposed and he nodded with a smile, thanking her. Why did it feel like he was so much shiner than in the past? The warmth in his eyes was driving him nuts.
She needed some time.
"I'll be back shortly." She said after serving him some as she realized she was still in her somewhat light PJ. "I'll go take a quick shower and dress."
"Take your time," he said, "and sorry for barging in like this."
She waved away his excuses.
"You rang you, at least."
She shook her head, and turned, heading to her room.
She heard the precise steps of Kyle, following her but didn't bother stopping him.
He stalked her until she reached her bedroom, and she gave him a pointed stare, holding the door but he just bypassed her, and she sighed. She closed the door.
"That's him?!"
She rolled her eyes but a smile crept up.
"It is."
"But-but – …"
She leaned on the left wall of her room, waiting while her friend paced the floor dramatically.
"You didn't tell me he looked like a Greek half-god! I'm going to suffocate from lack of air!" He said, fanning his face.
She chuckled in her hand. That was fitting, she guessed. She preferred fairy man, though.
"Well, now, you know."She commented and he gave her pained half-frowning, half-dreamy glance.
"You are not denying it."
She crossed her arms, pinching her lips not to laugh at the freaked out Kyle. He was weak in front of handsome men.
"I'm not."
"Oh my god."
"Please tell me you saw underneath the clothes at least once." He demanded like a prayer, eyes gleaming. She had a feeling he would literally faint if she replied to that. He was making it so serious, though. She resisted bravely and just smiled.
"Tell me."He begged her.
She chuckled.
"You look like you will die if I don't tell you."
"I will. Such a specimen. He is perfectly balanced and those arms." He groaned, batting his lashes at her. "Does it look at good under that the outside do?"
She outright laughed. His antics were too funny. He won.
She tilted her bust forward, leaning closer and whispered to Kyle.
"Better."
Her friend actually coloured at this. Then dropped on the bed, still looking dreamy.
She smiled.
"You have a boyfriend, remember."
"Shut up. I can admire. I have a small list of people I'm allowed to drool over, as long as it's only with eyes. Tray knows. He has his own too."
She pulled out some clothes from her closet, with a hum-hum at his intention.
"Pretty sure it just made it to his list too."
She snorted.
"… And to say he is all for you."
She sighed, all her humour disappearing.
"We are only friends. You know that."
He did not say anything to that, and silence stretched.
"Sorry." He said at last.
"Don't worry. And it's pretty fun seeing you bow down in reverence to him like that." She said, patting his shoulder with a small grin. Trying to bring back lightness in the discussion.
He smiled at her, and she could see in his eye, he had fully understood her purpose.
"I'm going to have a hard time not starring." He commented with ease.
"Fortunately, you are leaving soon." She said, matter-of-fact.
"Possessive much, huh?"
"Actually, yes. If I could, that is."
You have no idea how much.
He whistled lowly.
"I'm learning all new sort of sides to you. Maybe if I rummage through your laundry, I will find more secret treasures you are hiding?" He pondered aloud.
She would rather not.
His tone was one hell of a tease.
"Why don't you let me shower in peace instead of poking into someone's else privacy, huh?"
He smiled.
"Fine. I'll let you be."
And he left with a skip in the step, looking way too excited to return to the living room.
She finally got her shower.
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END OF CHAPTER
PS: Hello. Yes, me again and on the same day. I happen to feel generous on this greyish day, so i figured, why not spoil you a bit?
Yes, you understood. You are all getting another chapter today. Isn't it wonderful?
There is still torture on the planning, however.
Anyway, enjoy, and kisses.
Mimagfan.
AUTHOT OUT.
