put more sugar and cream in yours if it tastes too bitter,” I suggest with my best wide-eyed innocent stare.
He gazes at his cup in distrust. “I don’t think anything can make this taste good.”
“Oh, well. I guess only real men drink coffee.”
“If you think that’s going to convince me to drink this, think again.” He places the cup back on the center table, still eyeing it with dislike. “You really like it?” he asks again.
I smile sweetly. “I hope you find this side of me fascinating, too.” One part of me is incredulous at how comfortable I am bantering with a guy like Yuki Himura, under the circumstances. The other part of me is doing somersaults. This is the closest I’ve gotten to experiencing even the smallest part of my fantasies come to life.
Yuki’s head cocks to the side as he asks, “Did you really fantasize about those other guys, too?”
The question startles then worries me.
“ Senpai ?”
I nod and wait for him to show some sign of getting turned off. After all, no normal high school girl fantasizes about different guys.
His baby blue eyes gleam even more brightly. “I find it incredibly hot, senpai .”
And I find you hot , I think, in a daze at his words. My restlessness has suddenly reached its peak and it’s all I can do not to grab him by the lapels and haul him toward me.
“It challenges me, you see. I want to make you forget all the other guys you’ve fantasized about, senpai .”
Oh, he can make me forget my name if he wants to.
Without taking his gaze away, he slowly removes the cup of coffee from my hands and sets it on the table. His fingers caress an upward trail on my skin until his hands are cupping my face entirely.
I do my best not to tremble because I don’t want to let him know just how close I am to throwing myself at him.
“Are you in love with me, senpai ?”
I’m torn. If I say ‘no’, does that mean he won’t kiss me? Because that is what this is leading to, isn’t it?
“ Senpai ?”
Honesty, you better be the best policy like everyone says you are. I take a deep breath and say, “NO.”
A smile softens Yuki’s lips.
It is the best policy still!
“Good.” He’s practically purring in satisfaction, and the sound of it makes my toes curl. It takes everything in me to keep my hands still on my sides.
“Why,” I croak out, “is it good?”
“Because I want to make a deal with you.”
“What kind of deal?” My heart is beating loud, hard, and fast. It’s telling me I’m probably going to like this kind of deal.
“What I asked you before. Will you be my toy, senpai ?” One of his hands drops to my neck, caressing the sensitive skin of my nape.
I can’t help it.
I shiver.
“I don’t even know what t-that means.”
His voice lowers a notch when he answers. “Oh, you know. Like a sexual plaything.”
Incredibly, the words turn me on even more.
“What do you think, senpai ?”
I shake my head.
“You’re saying no then?”
Yeeargh!
Why does it seem like he knows me so well? I can’t make myself say no because I don’t want to say no.
Desperate for excuses, I blurt out, “I…I can’t have sex.” There. That should do it. That’s the only line I know I won’t ever cross.
“Who says we have to? We can still have fun.”
The way he says the last word makes me want to groan. It’s too…suggestive, and my body is dying to betray me.
My conscience warns me this isn’t right, but the sinful and excited part of me rationalizes that it isn’t wrong either. We’re not going to have sex. And – as far as I know – both of us aren’t committed to anyone. No one’s going to be hurt if we, umm, play. Right?
“We’ll keep it a secret, just between the two of us.”
Does he know how tempting he is right now?
One of his fingers traces the outer curves of my ear, and his eyes gleam even more brightly when he sees me shiver again in
He gazes at his cup in distrust. “I don’t think anything can make this taste good.”
“Oh, well. I guess only real men drink coffee.”
“If you think that’s going to convince me to drink this, think again.” He places the cup back on the center table, still eyeing it with dislike. “You really like it?” he asks again.
I smile sweetly. “I hope you find this side of me fascinating, too.” One part of me is incredulous at how comfortable I am bantering with a guy like Yuki Himura, under the circumstances. The other part of me is doing somersaults. This is the closest I’ve gotten to experiencing even the smallest part of my fantasies come to life.
Yuki’s head cocks to the side as he asks, “Did you really fantasize about those other guys, too?”
The question startles then worries me.
“ Senpai ?”
I nod and wait for him to show some sign of getting turned off. After all, no normal high school girl fantasizes about different guys.
His baby blue eyes gleam even more brightly. “I find it incredibly hot, senpai .”
And I find you hot , I think, in a daze at his words. My restlessness has suddenly reached its peak and it’s all I can do not to grab him by the lapels and haul him toward me.
“It challenges me, you see. I want to make you forget all the other guys you’ve fantasized about, senpai .”
Oh, he can make me forget my name if he wants to.
Without taking his gaze away, he slowly removes the cup of coffee from my hands and sets it on the table. His fingers caress an upward trail on my skin until his hands are cupping my face entirely.
I do my best not to tremble because I don’t want to let him know just how close I am to throwing myself at him.
“Are you in love with me, senpai ?”
I’m torn. If I say ‘no’, does that mean he won’t kiss me? Because that is what this is leading to, isn’t it?
“ Senpai ?”
Honesty, you better be the best policy like everyone says you are. I take a deep breath and say, “NO.”
A smile softens Yuki’s lips.
It is the best policy still!
“Good.” He’s practically purring in satisfaction, and the sound of it makes my toes curl. It takes everything in me to keep my hands still on my sides.
“Why,” I croak out, “is it good?”
“Because I want to make a deal with you.”
“What kind of deal?” My heart is beating loud, hard, and fast. It’s telling me I’m probably going to like this kind of deal.
“What I asked you before. Will you be my toy, senpai ?” One of his hands drops to my neck, caressing the sensitive skin of my nape.
I can’t help it.
I shiver.
“I don’t even know what t-that means.”
His voice lowers a notch when he answers. “Oh, you know. Like a sexual plaything.”
Incredibly, the words turn me on even more.
“What do you think, senpai ?”
I shake my head.
“You’re saying no then?”
Yeeargh!
Why does it seem like he knows me so well? I can’t make myself say no because I don’t want to say no.
Desperate for excuses, I blurt out, “I…I can’t have sex.” There. That should do it. That’s the only line I know I won’t ever cross.
“Who says we have to? We can still have fun.”
The way he says the last word makes me want to groan. It’s too…suggestive, and my body is dying to betray me.
My conscience warns me this isn’t right, but the sinful and excited part of me rationalizes that it isn’t wrong either. We’re not going to have sex. And – as far as I know – both of us aren’t committed to anyone. No one’s going to be hurt if we, umm, play. Right?
“We’ll keep it a secret, just between the two of us.”
Does he know how tempting he is right now?
One of his fingers traces the outer curves of my ear, and his eyes gleam even more brightly when he sees me shiver again in
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