"Mizuki-san...!" She giggles, laughter spilling out her lips. "That tickles!"
Her voice is sweet as it fills your ears with whipped cream and strawberries and it's a good thing you have a sweet tooth because the flavor is almost overwhelming. In response, you press your lips into the crook of her neck again. Her fingers drift gently through your hair.
You're close enough to feel her warmth, the beat of her heart in time with your own, and you couldn't be more in love. The little things stick in your mind: the way her blonde hair curls around her flushed face, how her voice wavers and lifts, and her sugary, floral scent. As you reflect, she takes the opportunity to reverse your position, pinning you against the blankets. Your hair fans out behind you, and a smile curves her lips amidst her blush. Her expression is almost determined, and it's your turn to giggle.
When her lips reach your neck, it nothing short of takes your breath away. Her touch is impossibly soft, gentle, and you can't help but sigh. Every brush makes your heart pound and yet you couldn't be any more at ease, your eyes softening and finally fluttering shut. You can't help but sigh, and there's nothing you can do about the way the corners of your mouth pull into a smile.
She is the one person capable of beating you, after all.
