The first time they kissed was ecstasy, and so were the ones after.
Sometimes, his eyes would go on a long vacation from her twinkling eyes, to her cute little nose, and finally to her pink, full lips, his own eyes trying to transfer a silent message that begged her for a taste.
Sometimes, she would torment him. She would run her finger across her bottom lip or lick it with her lustful tongue. These were the moments where he would crumble.
Sometimes, she would fulfill that silent wish. She would overwhelm him with strawberries so special and so unique they weren't even able to be called strawberries.
Makaberries are what he would call them.
Those makaberries are what he would dream about in class sometimes. Other times, he would think about the amazing things that make his girlfriend her.
Her kisses are his drugs. Drugs that have so much nicotine in them. Drugs that are so innocent yet so incredible and definitely a lot better than the actual drugs. His personal drugs that come from the one who is the main reason for why he is living happily now, or even just living in the first place.
Maka gives him a new lease of life.
Aphrodite had to pay me a visit on this one, and even then, I still am not a very romantic person. Hopefully the years will be kind to me and by the time I am actually an adult, my English will become a lot more poetic and descriptive. That future me will read this story and think, "Boy, this is a shitty story." But for now, I shall enjoy it. And I hope you will too.
This is the end, so, until next time~!