Amuto: you or my broken life

Amu's hidden things

[~•~Amu's view~•~]

"You have me as your slave. You can make me do anything you want. And you honestly use me to sort your shoes" groaned Ikuto as he looked at me.

"Yep,see it as your punishment" I responded nodding my head before I sat down on a chair in my wardrobe.

"I didn't even knew you had a shoe wardrobe" he muttered.

I chuckled. It would take him days to sort all my shoes because I had about 389 pairs.

"Amu...do you really need so much shoes?" He asked sweat-dropping.

"But this are not just shooooooes" I whined "I have boots, booties, heels, flats pumps, converse and much more".

"But do you really need so much in blue?"

"But it's not just blue, it's Turquoise, Navy, cobalt, lilac...wait I don't have any in lilac..." I muttered before I grabbed my IPad and went online.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Buying new shoes in lilac" I said.

He face-palmed.

"Why...why do you need so much shoes" he mumbled.

"Because I love shoes" I said.

He glared at me lightly.

"What.....?" I asked confused.

"You can say you love shoes, but you can't say you love me"

I blushed "I do love shoes, but I don't love you!" I said.

"Why do you need to be so stubborn" he muttered.

"I'M NOT STUBBORN!!" I yelled.

"You are. Why can't you just say 'I love you Ikuto and I love it when you do perverted things to me'"

"LIKE HELL I'LL SAY THAT!!"

He chuckled "man, you're really stubborn" he snickered before he stepped a bit closer to me and leaned down to my face "but that what I love about you" he added as he softly peeked my lips.

I immediately blushed again "h-hey!! Y-you're here to w-work! N-not to make out with me" I stuttered.

Damn me and my stuttering!!

"Really? Can't I just do both?" he asked with pleading eyes.

I felt myself get a little weaker "n-no you c-can-" he again  cut me of with another short yet sweet kiss.

I slowly felt my whole body get numb.

"You want me to stop?" He asked with a victorious smirk.

"W-what? N-no I ju-","no? Okay than I'll continue" he said before pushing his lips against mine again.

I fought him.............or at least I tried the first 7 seconds before I digged my nails in his navy blue locks to push him closer. I sometimes really hate myself for being this weak to chocolate, but I just can't resist it.

Sometimes I wonder if it's really because of this sweetness in each kiss we share or if it's because of him that I can't resist....I honestly don't know but I actually really don't care.

He doing stopped our kiss so both of us could catch our breath. I was sure that my cheeks or probably my whole face was as red as a dressed ripped strawberry. His smirk just proved what I thought.

I still had my fingers in his hair and played with it. It felt so soft. It always looked so messy and rough that I thought it would feel a little scrubby. But it felt unbelievably softly and fluffy....like fur of a cat baby.