I saw a shadow close in on me. I was caught at the wrist. He was the one I liked. He wasn't panting like I was from the running and dodging cars to cross the streets
“Why’d you run,” he asked. I didn’t answer for a long while. We began to walk to the outside arcade next to us.
“Who brought the clothes,” I asked finally fiddling with the game machines.
“I did,” he answered.
“And those gifts,” I asked. I seen him by some.
“I did.”
“For her?”
“Yes,” I must have looked hurt as much as I felt it. “But it wasn’t my money. She gave me the money to buy them. There’s no feeling behind it.”
I looked up at him, “Really?”
“Really really. Why’d you run?”
“I though….for her…” I couldn’t piece it together for him.
He leaned closer, calmly and intimately and I wanted to kiss him so badly.
“They weren’t,” he firmly said, “I don’t.”
“Don’t what?" I snapped my head up and looked into his golen eyes.
“There is nothing I feel for her. I don’t like her,” his breath was close.
I smiled in relief. “So who? Why’d you come back?”
“Not going to tell,” he pulled away. He was teasing.
I followed after him, pestering, “Tell me.” No was his reply. “Come on. Tell me.” He refused and slowly we got closer and I was toughing him. I yanked his hand and asked again. He still refused. I backed him into a corner game and he was trapped. “Tell me.” He shook his head. I looked at his lips and couldn’t resist. I kissed him and he eagerly deepened it. His tongue darted over mine. I tried to bucked back but he held my head to his. I moaned, the tickle driving me insane. We broke and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and panted into his neck. “Tell me,” I smiled against his neck and smelled him.
He laughed and game me another kiss in answer with, “Hn.”
Only around him I felt cute.