He steps toward, pull me back, and we're soon against the wall. Fine... I am aigainst the wall.

Amazing: his small figure captives me; his dancing lips go on, and there's a contrast of height - me, more high, needing to band over my back to reach him; while Nakahara is so small and must put himself on the tiptoe. Oh... so amazing! The way his waist circumference fits up in my hand, and the way he simles to break our lovely kiss; that's all just perfect.

Lovely? There's nothing more adorable than the man in front of me. And that remembers me of a sweet and short poetry: Chuuya Nakahara - and anything else. It's so dawn full of beauty, isn't it?

I keep telling you waht happened: like our lips, we dance and dance and dance... He offers me a word, but I prefer to touch his arm and get him closer, in the left side of that known wall. Chuuya doesn't deny it, and let me control his neck, moving my fingers though his skin, slowing down when I get close to his ear, but changing the rhythm as I wish. And, him? He adores it, exclaiming in happiness and pleasure, of course!

I swear I won't be taking your eyes for any longer, my dear reader. However, I couldn't pass by the quick scene without noticing and writing about it. Well, I couldn't ignore Chuuya's own way to be special, asking me if I think he's getting crazy. You already know it, but I'd like to point it: a smooth angel voice - no... it's even more sacred than any angel -, and a sweet way to fix the hair, passing the hand through the entire extension of red and letting it fall down with the eyes, which feel to my ones. He stands by, facing me, teasing me... If I think he's getting crazy? Well:

"Can't you realize how the rain is getting us wet and beautiful, darling?"