Female's P.O.V~
It all began with his eyes, conversing with mine with such persuasive language. He'd gaze at me with a steady depth in his eyes, not showcasing any sign of resignation. Yet I could still sense his delicate side, seizing him to turn bashful when I'd give him the same eyes.
Then one day, when he finally talked to me, I was confirmed about my perception as I could see the courage he had gathered stuttering through his lips.
We began meeting each other, never actually giving our relationship a proper face, and it bothered me. But I also relished the bashfulness in his demeanor. Because of it, he hadn't asked me to be his girlfriend.
Just like any other date, we were in the park, challenging the chemicals in our bodies by raising tension between us when he invited me to his house after learning I could not walk any longer.
I could not discern if he did that because he knew what would happen or he was just too naïve.
Him, being a nervous, soft, and innocent boy around me was delightful. Which encouraged me to have his clothes ripped, but I was also aware it wasn't the right approach. So, I kept my hands to myself.
— But could I keep them disciplined when we're all alone in a quiet place, where no one could see or hear us?
After offering me a glass of water, he sat bashfully beside me on his bed, with his lips sealed, his eyes staring out the window in front of us and his hands clutching the bedsheet beside his thighs.
He hadn't spoken a word, and I did not want to ruin the silent tension between us. So, I kept quiet, thinking to myself what I would do once I got a signal of consent from him.
It arrived in the form of his little finger, softly grazing against mine. I let him play for a minute, watching what he'd do next and he could do nothing as I expected.
So, I grasped his hand and rested my eyes on his flushing cheek, and his popped-out eyes. He wasn't expecting that at all. It was all written on his face.
It must have been very hard for him. He was trying so hard to look manly. His struggle allowed me joy.
"I'll put the glass away." He stuttered and stood up in order to escape as always, but I took his breakout away from him as I quickly grasped his wrist and yanked him down on my lap.
—— Did he really think I'd let the chance slip off my hand when it faced me?
"W-what are you doing?" He wasn't looking back at me, stiff on my lap, with his back towards me.
"Nothing. I just want you to stay close to me." I yanked his stumbling body firmer, driving my hands around his waist, watching him get stiffer in my grip and flinch as I planted my face in his neck, nuzzling into his sweet scent. That sweet yet dangerous scent.
"You smell so sweet. What perfume is that?" Caressing my nose onto his soft skin, I asked, attending to his heavy breaths, and his chest heaving up.
"It's the l- lotion, I g- guess." He stuttered, his voice a dim view of my ears.
Male's P.O.V~
"You need to buy one for me, too. It's the sweetest scent I've ever tasted." There was so much poise in her words, tormenting me. She wasn't stuttering or hesitant, while my lips were betraying me.
I felt like I had been captured by a predator. I could neither move nor ask her to free me. Not that I wanted to. But I wished to be the one who held her like that.
My heart was thumping so rapidly inside my chest, that I felt I was carrying a rock inside while her heartbeat on my back was serene, like normal. It wasn't fair that only I was surrendering my senses.
"But then I'm not sure if the sweet scent will suit me." She whispered into my ear and slithered her hands from my waist to my chest, like a snake climbing upon me, allowing me to feel the burn of her palms even through my clothes.
"Do you think it will suit me?" Her lips which had asked me a question did not allow me to respond as they started kissing the nape of my neck, prompting my body to shrink even more in her grasp. My clothes were becoming uncomfortable for me.
The heat crept up to my body, deluding my head. Her lips were tender, slithering near my jaw. Just as when my body started melting even more, she halted and grasped my face towards her.
I wasn't ready to face her at all. I knew I could not keep my eyes on hers. I knew wasn't able to hide my flushing face and I think she knew it too. That's why she did that.
"Tell me, does it suit me?" She asked once again and spun my body more aligned towards her eyes, my legs falling from the side of her thighs. I felt like a child to be handled like that.
"Do you think I suit you?" Even though I had turned into a mess, I was not ready to let go of my wanting to be in charge. That is why I asked such a question, hustling within myself to keep my gaze intact on hers.
Her lips curled to my words, and a snicker followed as she suddenly grasped my face and planted her lips against mine, making me freeze with my eyes wide open. That was our first kiss.
But if we look at our situation thoroughly, it was the first time everything that was happening between us.
"Why are you making that face?" She asked with a smile, as she removed her lips from mine after a little peck while the feeling of being beaten up coursed through my nerves.
