a girl, that knows nothing of feelings. not only that, but her body is also suffering greatly.
not knowing that she was being ruled by emotions on a rollercoaster of passion, while the desire for more, more of the many beautiful feelings she feels f...
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Walking past the frosted windows, Sunoo playfully lobbed a snowball in Nabi's direction, narrowly missing her as she ducked with a shriek of surprise. "You're going to pay for that," she laughed, the cold nipping at her flushed cheeks.
"Only if you can catch me first!" he called back, grinning as he dashed towards the clothing store, his footsteps crunching in the fresh snow.
They reached the shop out of breath, with rosy cheeks and bright eyes. Inside, they shook off the cold, and Sunoo gestured grandly to the racks of clothes. "Shall we find some?" he asked. They decided to have a little fun by picking outfits for each other to try on.
That's when the girl's eyes landed on a particular dress. The dress was a charming blend of allure and innocence with an off-shoulder neckline and long sleeves that draped elegantly down the arms. Its figure-hugging bodice embraced her curves in a celebration of shape, suggesting a hint of allure without revealing too much. The skirt was layered, thats where the sweetness came from - the playful ruffles of the skirt—soft and frothy as whipped cream, creating a playful flounce with each tier. While it flirted with being seductive, the overall effect was tempered by an air of girlish charm, striking a delicate balance between enticing and endearing.
Hesitantly, she held it up against herself, looking in the mirror.
Sunoo caught sight of her from across the aisle. "That looks like it was made for you. Try it on!" he encouraged.
In the fitting room, her heart raced. "It's beautiful, but it's not really me," she muttered to herself.
"You'll never know until you try," his voice floated over the top of the door. "Come on, I bet it's amazing."
The dress hugged her in new ways, and she couldn't help but feel exposed. She stood there for a moment, taking deep breaths and trying to muster the courage to show him.
"Okay, here goes nothing." she whispered, stepping out.
The pink-haired boy turned and his eyes went wide. For a moment, he was silent, overwhelmed by the appearance, then, "Wow, I.. wow.." He was utterly speechless.
She blushed, her hands smoothing down the dress. "Is it too much?"
"No, it's perfect. Seriously, Nabi, you're stunning." The dress was stunning, and so was she.
She bit her lip, a smile blooming despite her nerves as they exchanged looks through the mirror.
Sunoo stepped closer, his gaze never leaving her. "I mean it, you look unbelievable. It's like.. you've got butterflies fluttering around in here." He lightly tapping his stomach to show just where the nerves danced.
