K.I.S.S (Futanari) •

It's Not Flirting

Hartley's P.O.V

Things have changed, for myself and I guess other people too. Lately Poppy and I have been meeting up in my backyard to keep working on my greenhouse. I-I wanted to tell her that the work was basically already done, that she didn't need to come around anymore but just the thought of that had hurt me deeply so I just made silly excuses of things to do around the greenhouse making it seem that it was never going to be done.

My heart soared at the way she never seemed bothered though that to work with me and that had made me happy. It made me so happy that I'd wake up every morning with a smile on my face and just- ready to see her. It felt like I was dating Poppy Holmes all over again. However-I guess we still needed to talk about that, about what we were exactly and if she had felt the same way still because I knew I
did.

I figured that I'd want to go slow this time-maybe she still feels a bit of dislike towards me of how I've treated her, I sigh looking off into the sunset as I thought of how I treated her, I am a real asshole.

I heard a clang of something to my right so I looked towards it and smiled a small smile watching as the tall beauty stood up from her knelt position on the ground to tiredly wipe her sweaty forehead and open her eyes, looking at me immediately. We stare into each other's eyes for a moment before I walk over to her, "That's enough for today Pop-I can't thank yo-"

"Oh if you're asking then I wouldn't mind a drink?" She interrupts me by saying and I look at her for a few moments, gazing at her then she raises her eyebrows practically mentally telling me "take a picture it'll last longer".

So I nervously laugh and rub the back of my neck, "I-I have a few beers in the house" I told her and she smiles as I look at her quizzically, Poppy Holmes, does not drink beer. So it was a bit weird when she just accepted my offer without any hesitations.

"I love beer" she says practically lying through her straight white teeth and I watch as her hips swayed away from me and into the house, I wanted to call out after her and tell her that no, she definitely doesn't "love" beer but I kept quiet and silently followed her back inside.

I saw her sitting on the living room couch as I passed by, I quickly turned my head away as she pulled her eyes away from her phone to look at me.

I walked towards the refrigerator to grab a beer, since my Jack Daniels incident I couldn't stand the sight of alcohol or the taste, the only reason as to why it was here because Richie had brought it over the other night, saying his dad had, had enough of drinking and what not. I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt a slim but soft warm hand slid up my palm, one of them holding a beer.

I jumped slightly as I watched the hand hen grab the bottle and I slowly let it go, watching as she watched me and took a swig of it. I wanted to laugh out loud at how cute her disgusted face was but kept it in, as I too drank my beer, perfectly hiding the disgusted face. I continued to watch her but then couldn't help myself so I spoke,

"You love beer huh" I say and she looks up from her lap at me again then her full lips spreads out into a small smile, "If I had said no to a beer, I would have been at home right now and well not here-with you" she says softly and I had to hold my breath for a second before I smiled and nodded and sat down next to her.

What do I say? Do I even say anything? And if I do then what will happen? What'll be her response? So many questions and I've got no answers.

Then finally she spoke, I directed my eyes to her, watching as she was already watching me and then she smiles before speaking, "So-how are you?" She asks me and I stayed still and quiet for a few minutes.

How does one answer that question?- I knew she wasn't only asking how I was just because of the normality of that question such as anyone else that their mother hasn't just died would answer, "oh I've been good but schools kind of draining" a sort of answer like that. I kept on thinking on what to say, but I guess I took too long to talk because she spoke up again,