Chapter Nineteen - Sire..?
I guess sometimes it can be cool when you're stuck alone in a pretty damn small room with the guy who turned you into a complete wreck due to your undying love for him, but try having him annoy the shit out of you. I'm not necessarily complaining about his wanting to kiss me, it's really just his whining (and the fact that I am still completely confused about whatever the hell our relationship status is right now).
"Hanzo." he whines, dragging out the 'o' like a whiny child.
It's kind of cute, if I'm honest.
"How many times do I have to tell you to not call me that?"
"I can call you whatever I want."
"No you can't."
"So I guess that means I can't call you my boyfriend, then..?"
Whoa now. Was not expecting that response.
"I.. I guess that's okay, but..."
"But..?"
"I'm just really confused with what the hell our relationship is.."
"Well, now we're boyfriends."
"Okay..."
Maou puts his hand on my cheek and turns my head to face him before pressing his lips to mine. They're soft, like tiny little pillows gracing me with their touch.
Like in some chick flick, we instantly get into some 'make out session' thing, reality not existing to either of us until the door opens and grocery bags bang against the floor.
"Sire..?"
(A/N): Hi. I'm really sorry I haven't updated in like over a month. School is over, so I should be writing more often, but that isn't the case. I've fallen into a rough depression, and I haven't really been motivated to do anything at all. I wish I would have pre-written this story so I could update more often, but I haven't, so I ask that you try and be patient with me. I am not planning on stopping this story anytime soon, just please bear (is it bare? I still have no idea) with me.
I apologize for the short chapter as well; I honestly wanted it to be longer and full of detail, but I couldn't pull myself to do that.
Thank you for reading and for sticking with this even though I suck at updating and will probably never fix my laziness. I love all of you
Until next time