Fifteen

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Karma buried her nose in my hair, inhaling the scent of strawberry shampoo that it gave off. His arms wrapped even more around my waist, clinging to him, our body heat combining.

"I want Nagisa and I to make love." I started coughing uncontrollably once he whispered that in my ear. "Of course, when you are completely safe and prepared. I don't want to force him and bring him bad memories, it's the least I want.'

"Karma, did you hit your head? Because it's in bad taste that you keep saying stupid things." I felt it softly deny it. He kissed my neck gently, giving me a tremendous chill.

"I say it seriously." My face twisted in pain.

"What are we, Karma? What am I to you? A friend? The same idiotic, innocent child from years ago? Fuck me not."

"Nagisa ..."

"This is bullshit, Karma. You have kissed me more times than I could count with my hands and feet, you tell me that you want us to get married, now you want to sleep with me. Is it fair, Karma? Are you even thinking about how I feel? I repeat: this is bullshit."

"Nagisa, I ..." The bell interrupted the explanation that she did not want to hear. I got up, letting out a tired sigh, and went to see who it was.

When I opened the door, I felt my heart plummet, an exciting sensation that kept me from moving. "Your..."

"Nagisa, how long have you not seen us?"

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