•PAPER RINGS• {NAGI SEISHIRO}

|Chapter Twenty One|

I want to drive away with you
I want your complications too
I want your dreary Mondays
Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

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"Are you even following the recipe?" She pushes him away from the counter but he was intended to go on with the job of impressing Y/n with his cake.

That he actually never made one.

"Of course I am, baby. Look it says two packets of butter and four eggs and I—wait..." he re-reads the ingredients and then glances down at the batter that had the opposite amount of the ingredients. "I think I messed up."

"You think?" Y/n gave the disappointing glance. Crossing her arms over her chest. Despite a smile cracked on her face.

Okay, he was trying his best and yet he messed up. Of course he is a perfectionist at everything, but baking stuffs.

That's something tiresome.

She could have asked anything, to eat for a beautiful evening with them alone in his house like always–that has become a habit ever since the wild night–anything like ice cream, or popcorn or pizza, anything but she has to choose cake and that blueberry.

Out of his syllabus and possibly most difficult things to do. She has to choose something that wasn't his style.

Maybe she likes challenging him.

"Luckily, it's not Christmas. Otherwise we weren't going to survive for the new year." Y/n sighed heavily.

"We can try again. Just another chance." He puts the bowl in the sink with another from earlier and pulls out a new one.

"Sei, you don't have to make it. I was just saying."

"And I do whatever you say. No questions asked." Y/n blushes. "I do whatever my woman asks." He smiles at her putting everything together again and precise to the steps on the tablet in front of him. "I must fulfill her wish. You know, what they say, happy wife, happy life." He drops a dramatic kiss on her lips, whipping the cream now. Y/n smiled pulling away from him. "I am not your wife, dummy."

"Not yet." He winks.

Oh, God! When was the last time a guy swept her off her feet like this before?

Never.

"Okay sir, but let me help you this time. Alright?"

Right. A little help won't hurt. 

"Beggars can't be choosers." He shrugged letting her take the position. "Just follow my lead." Y/n tied up her hair in a ponytail.

"I love it when you take the lead." He smirked, coming behind her and tugging on her ponytail.

His fingers slide through her hair, reaching behind her ear, and running his fingertips, across her jaw. His heat reached through every pore of her body. The goosebumps awake on the way of his touch. If he continues doing it this will also end up incomplete.

Like the Scrabble. Like the lecture on Roman Empire, online. Like the discussion on CNN News. Like the argument, against and for, about walking versus bicycles.

He's such a tease.

"Yeah. Nice pun." She pulls out the apron, from the cabinet below the counter. Some striking memories flashed in the back of her mind. He has left nothing and no place where she can't unsee or ignore him. She puts it on with a smile.

"I knew you would look great in it." He smiles showing his mischievous dimples, leaning against the counter. "It's a shame though, it's not alone."

"Stop it now." Pink bloomed across her face, swatting a playful slap on his shoulder, as she picks up the eggs and threw one at him. Reflexes getting ahead of him, he caught it effortlessly. Y/n nodded with a impressed hum. "Let's get with this one and read it correctly this time. Now I can see why you failed in recitation."