Strawberry Milk [COMPLETED]

❧Chapter Twenty-Eight

A/N: Idk if wattpad has been glitching out for y'all too but for some reason whenever I'd update something there were no notifications. This last chapter (27) of Strawberry Milk (before the one you're reading right now) was updated August 16th. It's the chapter right after Ichigo and Hajime confess on the park bench.

"Hajime, that tickles!"

"What? This?"

I let out an extremely girly giggle as my boyfriend runs his fingers up and down my waist, lightly touching the fabric of my dress there. He had repeated the action several times when he started to get a reaction out of me, grinning broadly against my lips whenever I started to squirm and shake with laughter.

"You know exactly what you're doing..." I say in a low voice as I pull away to look up into his pretty blue eyes. They sparkle as they gaze down at me like I was the most precious thing in the world.

"Sorry to steal you away," he says as he pulls me into his arms and close to his body, "It's kind of ironic that I'd throw a party and want to escape from it so soon."

"I don't think I mind. I'm only here for you, after all."

"Is that so?" Hajime reaches up and slides his fingers through the curls of my hair. "That makes me feel like the luckiest guy in the world."

"Then I must be the luckiest g—"

Grrrrrrrrr...

Our conversation is cut short when my stomach makes a growl of protest. The noise seems to echo through Hajime's bedroom as I flush with embarrassment. Hajime, on the other hand, thinks it's hilarious. I try and pull away from him, but he only holds me tighter as he throws his head back in laughter.

"Don't laugh at me!"

"You're so cute. I'm sorry that I'm so impatient. I should have let you eat something before I called you up here."

"I haven't eaten since this morning... I haven't been to a party before so I was a bit nervous."

"It's going to be great. I promise you'll enjoy yourself. Now, let's get some food in that ferocious belly of yours."

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Emi nudged me with her elbow, gesturing across the dance floor at where Hajime was dancing a waltz with a girl from our class. I bite aggressively into another chocolate covered strawberry, having antisocially rooted myself near the snacks and refreshments table for the past hour or so.

It had been over 2 or 3 hours since Hajime and I had split from his bedroom and mixed back into the party. He had told me to wait a moment before leaving the room so no one would notice the two of us together. Keeping our relationship a secret was actually thrilling. I liked having something private for once in this life where everything was under the unnecessarily watchful eyes of my peers.

After that, Hajime and I barely had any time to spend together. We were still private about our relationship so we didn't want to seem too close in front of everyone. We'd gotten a chance to talk in groups here and there, but nothing as intimate as I would have liked. And I didn't even know how to dance like all of the others! I'd make Hajime look like an idiot!

I was absolutely dreading when and if he'd come ask me to dance. I begged him not to while we were alone together, but there was a mischievous devil underneath those sweet grins of his. He liked to trick me a lot!