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)
More. More. More.
Another light flashes just as Yuki tears his mouth away. I start to whimper in protest, but then I feel his mouth moving down my chest, and my whole body throbs as I realize what he means to do. My eyes cling to his as I feel his hands sweep down and he starts to bend me back.
Oh God, oh God—-
His mouth latches to one pouting nipple, and it takes everything in me not to scream. He starts to suck, and tears burn my eyes.
It’s so, so good.
And then suddenly, it’s over.
What? How? Why? I’m in a total daze as Yuki pulls away. When he places me back on my feet, my knees give out, but Yuki is there to catch me, chuckling as he pulls me close and has me leaning against him between his legs.
He cups my chin from behind and slowly guides my gaze to the side. That’s when I see several pair of feet outside our booth, and I jerk, not realizing that there are already people waiting.
“You still have three minutes to edit,” the voiceover from the machine chirps.
Reaching for the digital pen, I start to write on the screen with a shaky hand, all the while conscious of Yuki’s gaze following my every movement.
For the first photo, I simply write the date, and for the second, I write our names together. For the last one, I write the words that used to turn him on like nothing else could.
Aishiteiru.
It means...I love you.
Through the mirror, I watch an expressionless mask falls over his face at the words, but it doesn’t hurt me the way I thought it would. Maybe because the memory of what he did for me earlier is still fresh. Or maybe it’s because I’ve grown up. Maybe it’s all that and more, but what matters is that it’s true...and that I believe one day, he’ll know the same thing I do.
We can make things work between us again.
Outside the booth, the high school girls literally squeal when they see Yuki, and I could have sworn I’ve seen a couple of heart-shaped eyes as well. “Please keep distracting them,” I say under my breath. Yuki glares at me, but I pretend not to notice it as I turn back to the booth and guard the release box with my life. I love that he doesn’t like to flirt with other girls, but sometimes a boy’s gotta do what a boy’s gotta do, and no way am I going to risk letting anyone take a peek at our photo stickers.
By the time we leave the club, stickers in hand, Yuki looks faintly harassed, and I can’t help giggling over it even as I do my best to apologize. “S-sorry.” But then I remember the look on his face when he realizes that the crowd around him just keeps getting bigger, and I lose myself in another fit of giggles. Apparently, a teen mag has recently released a list of their hottest picks for guys 21 and below, and Yuki’s topped the list without even knowing it.
“Stop laughing,” he growls.
“I want to,” I gasp, “but I can’t.”
Yuki stares at me in disgust, but this only sets me off for another round. Gaaaah. He’s just too, too adorable for words. It always amazes me how he doesn’t care at all about his looks, and it’s practically surreal that the whole time we were going out he never had eyes for anyone but me. I mean, come on. Except for my love for smutty girl comics, I’m plain in every way while he’s...not, and that’s the only way of putting it without making me look like a loser.
The thought is like a black hole, and before I know what’s happening, it’s already sucking me into a vortex of self-doubt. Yuki can have any girl in the world. Someone a hundred times prettier, smarter – or even just someone strong enough to stand on her own feet so—-
“Do you think we’re doing the right thing?” I hear myself ask.
Yuki frowns. “About what?”
“Trying again.” I want to smile but I’ve got another earthquake in my mouth, and all I can do is fight to be coherent. “You don’t deserve someone like me—-” A flick on my forehead shuts me up.
“I have a question, senpai,” Yuki says oh so politely. “What do you call someone who’s attracted to an idiot?”
“Another idiot?”
“Correct.” Yuki flashes a dangerously pleasant smile. “And since those words of yours earlier were the very definition of idiocy—-” Yuki’s gaze bores through me. “What would that make you?”
I wince. “An...idiot?” I’m a little confused. I think I’ve just been insulted, but I think I’ve also been complimented.
“And since I’m attracted to an idiot like you—-”
I’m even more confused now. Do I say ‘ouch’ or ‘yay’ to that?