So Sweet
“Where have you been? You're late,” Rose scolds me.
“Oh hell hello Rose, my bad my bad. Me and Al just talked about something,” I say playfully.
She rolls her eyes dramatically. "Do I look like I care? Why’d you make us wait so long?"
"Uwaa… chill out, my dear Rose! It's only been, like, five minutes since we got the message," I protest, throwing my hands up.
“Wh— I said stop calling me that!” she yells, her voice sharp enough to cut through the air.
"Aren’t we leaving yet?" Al cuts in, tapping his foot like the floor owes him something.
"Why are you in such a hurry? We’re still waiting for Mae-chan," I point out.
"Well, it’s already six PM," he says but like that’s a valid excuse.
Rose smacks him verbally. She scolds him, "What’s your problem? She’s your girlfriend. Wait for her, you idiot."
"Hey, I never said we should leave her! And stop calling me an idiot!" Al snaps, his face turning red.
Rose fires back, louder. She yells, "Don’t you dare shout at me!"
While those two are busy escalating into World War III, Eli-chan quietly tugs at my sleeve and leads me over to a bench. Without a word, she pulls out a little box and holds it out to me, her expression happy.
“I'm sorry I only managed to got you five pieces,” Eli-chan pouts.
“What are you saying sorry for? It's already good enough. Thank you Eli-chan,” I pat her head.
Eli-chan picks up a slice and start feeding me. I take a bite savoring the taste.
Oh hell… I like it. It has a bittersweet taste and... hmm... it's satisfying.
“Eh? We're being intimate in public. Are you sure it's okay, Eli-chan?” I ask.
She takes a bite on the part I just bitten, “You don't want to? You don't want me to be seen as your girlfriend? You're ashamed of me?”
Wow. Geez…Calm down.
I clarify, “I didn't say that.”
“Oh, I see,” she nods gently with a smile. She says, “Anyway, it's okay. There's no one around here anymore and there's a bush hiding us.”
It’s not like we can’t show a little affection in public—it’s just that we’re in school, and Eli-chan is the Vice President of the SSG. She’s got this whole “role model” thing going on, and, well… you know how it is.
It’s one thing if it’s just my friends hanging around, but there are still a few other students here. Sure, they’re not from our grade, but that doesn’t mean they won’t talk.
I notice her giving me this strange look, and I raise an eyebrow. “What? Why are you staring at me like that?”
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she stretches out her arm and lightly pokes the corner of my lips with her finger. Then—completely unbothered—she puts that same finger into her mouth.
Not to be outdone, I reach out and wipe the corner of her lips with my thumb. Her lips are soft and squishy under my touch—like touching a marshmallow that’s somehow even better.
Fufufufu...
I knead the corner of her lips with my index finger, enjoying the sensation of warm, soft skin pressing back against me. It’s squishy in a way that’s oddly satisfying, like dough that melts into touch.
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Birds of a Feather I
RomanceMark's content relationship with Elizabeth takes a turbulent turn when his past love, with whom he had a bitter history, returns to town. Elizabeth feels threatened, especially since the former flame is now in their class. Complicating matters, the...
