•PAPER RINGS• {NAGI SEISHIRO}

|Chapter Nineteen|

Kiss you once 'cause I know you had a long night
Kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright
Three times 'cause you waited your whole life

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The warm sunrays knocked on her eyelids, waking her up. Slowly, fluttering her eyelashes, Y/n opened her eyes, curling up more under her blanket.

A low wince slipped her mouth, feeling sore but good at the same time and a smile automatically stretched on her lips. No regrets about anything. She never felt so refreshed ever before. She opens her eyes more, looking around the room and the blank space next to her. The room was clean and tidy, like crystal. Like nothing happened last night. Nothing dirty. Not even her clothes. Just the scrunched creases of the bedsheet, that were only evidence of her not being alone.

Baby blue blanket wrapped around her, and the mountain of fluffy pillows over and under head, it was so ecstatic.

No wonder he gets good sleep.

She pondered looking around for her clothes too. But also her boyfriend, who was suppose to be next to her, wasn't there.

She trailed her gaze over the bathroom, and it also looked empty. Room glimering with sunlight. It was peaceful. The scent of mint and cedarwood, everywhere.

So lavish and so intoxicating.

She felt a bit envious of his luxury but not enough, when door opened. Her neck snapped to her sideways.

"Morning, beautiful." His smile melting her heart. He walked in with a big white tray in his hands, kicking the the door close with his one leg, right before he made his way to the bed.

Now the savoury and deliciously mouth watering smell mixed in the air. However, it wasn't easy to ignore the deleteriously alluring faded scent of lemon, mint and lethal cedarwood. His torso wrapped only in a cute pink apron which was quite opposite of how actually he was. Tall, muscular, tough, despite it all, his charming smile and dimples makes up for it. His grey sweatpants hanging right over his hips.

Y/n curled her fingers in the blanket. It was kinda difficult to think straight, whether the food looked good or he.

"Like what you see, darling?" He placed the tray on the bed, pushing the blanket to one side, making room for him, as he spoke silkily, without missing a beat.

He leaned down from his standing posture, down to her, resting his palms on the firm mattress, with that cocky smirk, curled on his lips. A whirlwind of butterflies fluttered in the pit of her stomach. She bit the inside of her cheek, shaking her head.

He planted a kiss on her forehead, "Liar." He chuckled straightening his posture.

"Nice apron by the way." He nodded, rubbing the back on his neck. "I bet you'll look much better in it." He trailed all the way, sitting net to her, plating the breakfast and brought it to her. "Much better only in this." She blushed taking the plate. Though her stomach rumbled at the delicious smell of becon, but her mouth tasted foul. That it might spoil the taste.

"I haven't brushed my teeth." He chuckled at her innocence."Open the second drawer." He motioned his head, to the nightstand beside her.

Slightly holding the plate and the blanket over her chest, from slipping, she opened the drawer. Digging her hand and pulled out a mouth washer. Her brows raised in surprise. "This?"

"C'mon, you can't make your boyfriend wait, with such an amazing breakfast." Her cheeks heated, with the soft chuckle broke out. A splash in the mouth and she put it back in the drawer. On the peek, she saw the bunch of condoms and toys, settled in the bottom. Her heart did a flip, and she immediately closed the drawer.