My Secret Santa [✔️]

/ T W E N T Y - F I R S T / / C H A P T E R /

"No," I shake my head. "It's perfectly reasonable to want such," my eye begin to water. "I'm just surprised that you felt that way knowing how your plan, all along, was to figure out what I wanted for Christmas. If you had chosen any other name, would we still be in the same place we are right now?"

"Why are you thinking of it that way?"

"How else am I supposed to think of it, Satoru? I feel as though all of the times we spent together were simply on the basis of investigations."

"I'm not going to lie and say that I didn't have a motive when I asked to come over. It's true that I needed to know more about and the quickest way is by spending time with you. From the beginning, I've always been genuine with you. I didn't expect to get drunk that night," he wipes my tear with his thumb.

"I didn't either," I chuckle with a light sniffle.

"Exactly. Had we not gotten drunk that night I might've realised my feelings for you a lot later. You see how playing the whole 'what if' game could fuck any connection you've ever built."

"I agree with you. It's truly the insecurity in me," I admit.

"And it's something we can work on. I am, by no means, am any better. When you hugged Yuuji earlier, I couldn't look at him for the rest of the hour. It was only later on that I thought that I was being stupid so I suppressed those thoughts. It's just a matter of learning."

"Any other examples?"

"So you want me to embarrass myself, huh?" He starts poking my cheeks as a way to force an answer out of me. Because of how ticklish it feels, I burst out laughing.

"Ok, ok. I do," I accept my defeat.

"See, you're already improving." We both laugh at his comment.

"Can I offer hug for the gift that you handed me?" I offer, widening my arms as I step back.

"How could I refuse?" He pulls me into the hug where my hands are wrapped his neck and lifts me up from where I was standing. With my legs dangling in the air, I tighten my grip as he continues to hug me dearly.

"Sydney?" He pulls me back onto the ground.

"Mhmm?"

"Will you go out with me?" He holds both of my hands.

"Yes," I bite my lips, hiding the grin that was escaping my lips.

"Don't hide it now," his thumb went on my chin to pull me out of biting my lips. His action made me smile even harder than before. "You know you've got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. Crooked, gummy and all," he smiles back.

"Strike one, don't push it grandpa." I insult back as warning.

"Come back with something more original, toothless rat," he responds in disappointment.

"You thought I was talking about your hair? Babes, you should take a peak inside your boxers," I purse my lips.

"Shall we inspect together?" He smirks.

"We don't even need to look inside when we can already see it's saggy balls from the shape of your pants," I crack myself up.

"Shut up," he covers my mouth as he realises how loudly I roasted him.

"I don't want to," I mumble as my mouth is covered.

"You're going to regret it if you don't stop," he warns me.

"Oh really? Try me," I pull his cheeks like a baby.

"Your ass..."

"My ass," I revise what he said.

"Is flat," he finishes with a sassy expression.

"You did not," I gasp.

"But I did." He shortens the distance until we were less than an inch apart.

"May I remind that the ass you're insulting is the same ass you grabbed at club," I slap both of my butt cheeks as I make my point.

"Since when do I discriminate?" He grabs on to both of my glutes and lightly squeezes them which makes me release a pleasurable groan from my mouth. "I like the the sound of that." With no hesitation, he pressed his lips onto mine.

My hand went to his chest as I kiss him back seductively. His hands slid down from my face to my waist. Leaving no room to breathe, I pull away to change my hand placements from his chest to his neck to then lean back into the kiss. His body leans closer to mine while his hands reposition next to my hips.

"Sydney?" He looks deep to my eyes as he pulls away.

"Yeah?" I am trying to control my breath. He looks so hot from up close. His crystal blue eye remain just as bright under my gaze.

"I think I've fallen for you," he confesses.

"Come again?" My mind and body freezes.

"I'm in love with you, Sydney," he repeats but with more conviction.

"Don't say that," I tell him. This cannot be happening.

"But why should I lie to myself? That's how I feel."

"I know that our make out sesh was amazing but saying that straight after might give people the wrong impression." Mostly me. It's too early. Deny.

"I'm being serious with you. The kiss was the cherry on top. It made me realise how crazy I am about you." He tries to caress my cheeks but I push him back.

"I can't be with you."

Silence fills the room. I can feel myself already tearing up just from the thought of leaving this magical moment. I don't want to do this. I don't want it ruin our time together. This reminds me too much of Louis.

"You might not realise it right now but you're experiencing a surge of euphoria. The sensation, for the both of us, felt so intoxicating that it felt as though it was going to spread across my whole body. This is the toxin talking, not you. You're usually calm and collected, not impulsive. Or at the very least, you always had a plan if something backfires. What's your plan now?" I break into tears.

"Then I guess you don't know me all that well." His face goes cold. He is no longer looking at but the wall.

"Exactly my point," I sniffle. "How could you say that without knowing me?"

I wait for his response but in never comes. He stays quiet and I continue to cry in silence. I sit down on the steps for the bathtub and try to wipe my tears with my fingers.

"You are right. I was acting on impulse. My mistake." He doesn't wait another breath before leaving the bathroom.