Rosaria cuddled her head on his chest as he layed on the couch, engrossed in his light novel. She seemed relaxed: eyes closed, long, fishnet-clad legs intertwined with his, and a faint smile on her lips. When they first met, she'd been so guarded and distant. Hard to believe someone could change so much so quickly. He couldn't help chuckling.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"You have a crush on me, don't you?"

"The only crush I have is the crushing weight of my existence," she replied. "…and you."

He planted a kiss on her dark red hair.