Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
My hands move on its own, shaping over the hard slope of his shoulders as Yuki’s tongue delves deeper into my mouth. It gives me something to cling to, but it’s not enough. He starts to suck on my tongue, and my nails dig into the panes of his back. My head starts to swim, and my body presses closer on its own volition, my breasts swelling against the hardness of his chest—-
And then it’s over.
Yuki is suddenly several feet away from me.
Ninja god.
His blue eyes are blazing, and he’s breathing hard. He’s the picture of arousal, and just looking at him makes my mouth dry.
Sex god.
Have you ever tried to imagine how an angel would look if one were caught in the throes of lust? It’s the most forbiddingly sensual thing, and I know this because it’s how Yuki looks now.
My god.
“Stop staring at me,” he mutters.
“I’m t-trying,” I stammer, “but I can’t.” He’s so unbearably sexy, just looking at him feels like a sin. But like the most sinful things in the world, it’s impossible to resist, and I can’t take my eyes off him.
“God, you’re still stubborn.” Yuki walks back to my side and grab my hand.
We start walking, but for the first few minutes it’s more like a master leading his puppet. I’m distracted and overwhelmed by the fact that he’s holding my hand again.
“You’re too quiet,” he says after a while.
“I’m trying not to overthink,” I confess.
There’s a pause, and then Yuki releases a low, sexy chuckle. The sound is painfully familiar, and I have the silliest urge to capture it with my bare hands. I used to hear it all the time, and I never thought I’d lose the right to listen to it. Now that I know better, I don’t ever want to take it for granted again.
“How about an early lunch?” Yuki suddenly asks. “I know just the place, if you have time—-”
“I have time!”
Yuki looks slightly taken aback at the speed of my reply, and I smile weakly. The truth is, I simply didn’t want to give him a chance to change his mind.
“Great then,” he says finally. “It’s just a short walk from here.”
Ten minutes later, and we’re at a rather famous ramen chain, and I can’t help gazing at his face searchingly again, wondering if the reason he brought me here is—-
His blue eyes gleam down at me. “One of your manga scenes was set here, wasn’t it?”
Oh my God, it is what I think!
“You remembered,” I choke out. “I can’t believe you remember.”
He hesitates then says quietly, “I never forgot a single thing about you.”
Ah. There he goes again. If this continues, he’d probably set a record for giving a girl stomach cramps the most number of times in a single day.
Before going to our seats, Yuki and I have to place our orders at a vendo. But since it’s my first time, I feel nervous about making the wrong selection, and my fingers hover indecisively over the buttons.
“Nervous?” he asks.
I nod.
“Let me help you.” It’s all the warning I get before Yuki puts his arms around me from behind.
I freeze in shock.
But Yuki doesn’t seem to notice. “You need to place your money here...” His hard body presses closer to mine as he takes hold of my hand and helps me slot in a 1000 yen note. “Next, you make a selection from these...” By the time Yuki’s impromptu demo ends, my entire body is trembling, and I practically collapse when we get to our seats. Since the ramen place is fairly small, privacy dividers are provided for every seat at the counter. I’m grateful for it; I badly need time to recover. Yuki might have thought nothing about such contact, but every little thing he does is—-
The privacy divider between us starts to folds close.
What? You can do that?
Yuki’s handsome grinning face is suddenly in front of me.
Oh!
It instantly becomes clear to me that he knew exactly what he was doing earlier and how it was making me feel.
I glower at him. “You—-”
His hand curving around my nape, Yuki cuts me off with a kiss, and naturally I forget everything. It’s only when I dimly hear the window of my cubicle rolling up that I remember we’re at a public place, and I quickly break away, face flaming.
But it’s too late, and the waiter behind the window is smirking as he hands me my order.
The moment the window falls shut again, I turn to Yuki, wailing, “He knows.”
But Yuki only shrugs. “Then there’s no reason not to do it again, is there?”
What? No! Wait!
The words, however, end up only existing in my mind as Yuki once again covers my mouth with his. By the time we left, I think I had more of Yuki’s kisses than ramen, and I can’t quite meet any of the staff’s eyes when we leave. But the moment we’re back in the street, I immediately turn to him and punch his shoulder. “Arse!”