"You can come home and stay with me and your mother. Anyway, we've missed you" Dad says cheerfully, gently rubbing the blanket with his covered leg.
I just smile back and say nothing because as much as I love my parents, going home is the last thing I want to do. Leaving home was my sign of independence and coming home would be like taking a step back. Not only that, but I also know that Mom and Dad will worry about me all the time and unlike Madame Shiji, they still haven't learned the difference between "suffocate" and "let go" yet.
"Rose also offered to take you back as her roommate or she can move in with you and act as a full-time doctor in your apartment," Blanca says.
Although a little better, again it is not one of the best offers I have heard so far. I love Rose and she is my best friend, but she can also make me nervous. That's why we barely spent a year as roommates before she decided to find a place for me.
I feel a hand gently squeeze mine an
"What's it for?""To congratulate you on finally getting out of here""Aww ... That's very sweet of you. Thanks!" I smile at Travis, extending my hands to accept the large bouquet of white daffodils from him, and instinctively bring one of the floral trumpets up to my nose to inhale the sweet scent of him."You're welcome, I know they are your favorites, and considering what they represent, I thought they would be perfect""You're right, they are my favorites and they adapt to the occasion by seeing how they represent rebirth, but how did you know all that? I don't remember saying any of those things to you""You see, I was standing in a field of flowers, trying to figure out exactly which ones to get you when a girl saw the blank stare on me and decided to pass on some much-appreciated pieces of information about me."I pause to smell my precious flowers to look at it"You've been talking to Rose, right?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at
"Mom, Dad, thank you for trying to protect me, but this relationship I have with Travis is not something you can compare to other relationships. We have known each other for ten years. That is more than enough for a relationship to develop and grow between two people. If anything, he and I have taken a long time to get to this point, so even though things seem to be happening fast between us, it isn't, we should have been together a long time ago by now"My parents had been quiet as if trying to take in everything I had said. Then my father finally spoke."You're talking about more than just moving in with him, right?" - He asked as if he had learned the lesson "Look under the bottom" from Travis himself."Yes I am. Sorry, I've wanted to say it for a while, but the moment never felt right. You see, we're not just dating, we're… engaged" I said quietly."What about you?!" my mom screamed"Engag
When Travis taps his foot on the fully open bedroom door, I'm surprised to see that unlike the rest of his apartment, his bedroom has personal touches here and there.The first thing that strikes me is the full-size bed that is pushed against the far left of the room, not just because it's the largest piece of furniture in the room, but because of the distinctive olive green shuriken quilt that covers it. Interesting, as it's not something you would normally find in the home décor section of a store, but because he's a well-known military and elite, it's fitting.Travis leans back and gently sits me on the bed with my legs dangling off the side. Then he looks at me like he expects me to go to bed right away and fall asleep, but my curiosity prevents me from doing so. From the position I'm in, I let my eyes roam the room, which has been a mystery to me until now.On the long wooden windowsill that also doubles as a bookcase and at the head of the bed, ther
In Japan, Valentine's Day is celebrated differently than Western countries do. Rather than being romantically involved couples exchanging gifts to express their feelings for each other, it's more about women giving chocolates to the men in their lives, whether or not they think of those men in a romantic sense.I enjoy the tradition that is also practiced here in the village. It allows me to show all the men in my life that I appreciate them and that they all have special meaning to me. And because of its tradition and the way the chocolates are distributed equally, I am not ashamed to go up to one of the guys and give him a gift that on any other day could lead to unwanted gossip.The only person I have dared to give more expensive and higher quality honmei-choco, or "possible winning chocolate" every Valentine's Day, at least until the year he defected was Albert. Yet even though he, like all the other men I had given chocolate to on Valentine's Day, had reciprocated
"I guess it's just a lesson I never learned on my own," he admits, lying on his side, his head resting on his hand."What about that? I have to be the teacher this time" I say funny."You did it," she says, smiling at me."But I have the feeling that my work is not finished yet""No?""No. I have more work ahead of me""What?""Because you, Captain, have a lot to learn about happiness and I have every intention of teaching you everything I can about it through practical experience with me, of course." I smile maliciously at him.Travis laughs."God… I love you," he says."I know you do ... But lesson number one: don't tell me, show me"And with that, he puts his game face on and gets to work.The first place he decides to drizzle the chocolate is my lips. He lets two small drops fall on them, he smooths the chocolate over my lips with his thumb like lip gloss, first on my upper lip, then on my
He nods, leans back on the bed, holds onto his hand to keep the condom in place, and waits for me.This is the first time we will have sex since I moved in with him as my body needed time to heal. We had found other ways to satisfy each other, mainly through foreplay, handheld games, and oral sex, but this is the first time that we will have real sex.I crouch over it, align the tip of it with the opening, and let it sink in little by little. Once I have him fully in, we both let out a moan of pleasure. It's been so long since we've done this that I'm tight for him. I stay still on top of him for a moment, letting my body adjust and get used to his penetration. Then I slowly get up from him so that only the tip of him remains inside of him, then I quickly get down. We both moan again at the pleasant sensation that friction brings.Wanting more of that wonderful feeling, I slowly pick myself up and go back down, over and over again, to the point where I can feel
I go to bed with satisfaction, soaking up everything because there is nothing better than lying in your bed when there is nowhere you need to be and nothing you have to do for the rest of the day. It's Saturday, a day off, and I have no idea how Travis wants to spend it.Speaking of which ... where is he? I wonder, turning my head to look at her empty side of the bed.I'm about to take off the covers and look for him in the small apartment when the bedroom door opens and Travis's face peeks out of it."I'm glad you finally woke up, he waits there," he tells me and disappears again before he has a chance to open his mouth to ask why.About a minute later, the door slowly opens again, but this time Travis walks through, carrying in his hands a wooden tray with a plate full of food and a small white vase that holds a single red rosebud, which he carefully walks up to me on the bed."Happy white day!" He says cheerfully as he places the tray on my blan
The island is just a small stone table that protrudes from the bottom of the water peak a few inches. Under the water and near the table are stone stools.The arched red wooden bridge only runs the width of the pool, and on the entrance bridge, there are a couple of stone lanterns.Lastly, the teahouse pavilion is a small pagoda-roofed gazebo in a corner of the garden with a bistro table and 2 matching chairs to sit and drink tea.Even though everything is condensed, it is still very beautiful and the fact that everything is done on a small scale makes the garden look picturesque and attractive rather than grand and intimidating.However, the only thing that drives me out is the steam that I see rising from the surface of the pool until I realize what I am looking at. The pool is fine, but the water is not regular chlorinated water, it is mineral water pumped from the local hot springs, so our cabin has its private hot spring!- I see you figured i
5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1. "Now you can kiss the bride!" Despite all the noises from the New Year's party, all the noise is surprisingly muffled and distant, as if you hear it underwater. "Happy New Year, Mrs. Baker" he says smiling at me happily, her voice comes down from her and just for me. "Happy New Year," I say in a low voice back, returning the smile. And so we both kiss for the first time as husband and wife. When Travis and I finally break up and face people once again everyone is still yelling and clapping at us, even the ones who disapproved of our relationship at first. Yes, we have come a long way since this year, no… last year. Last year, Travis's kiss was a huge surprise to everyone, including me, so it is only appropriate to celebrate this New Year, our first anniversary, with another surprise ... a wedding. A week ago... After tearing the wrapping paper off my last Christmas present and
In winter, the town becomes a place where the branches of the trees were thrown all over the streets due to the snow. Our town looks like a small fortress covered and hidden by snow but… How else could we obtain our lush vegetation if not for the large amounts of water we receive during the spring rains and winter snow? And now that all the Christmas presents have been opened, it's not surprising to see most of the villagers sledding or building snowmen or snowballs, and generally just enjoying what little is left of this day. of Christmas. However, Travis and I deviated from the larger crowds, opting to stay in the quiet Training Ground 3. Training ground 3 is also completely transformed in winter, it has been changed from a thick and herbaceous field to a barren one surrounded by the aforementioned leafless trees, its skeleton trunks and branches are now gray instead of its color. normal earthy brown. The training ground looks like a Christmas card with its virgin
I look back at Travis thinking that all men are dense even the ones who are supposed to be geniuses. On the other hand, he seems sincere and I can't expect him to read my mind, nor do I expect him to, but seriously, he can figure out how to take down an entire organization of S-class criminals, but he can't figure this out? He's like the guy who can get sports stats or figure out how to make complicated technology work, but can't he figure it out for himself when he's a complete Neanderthal? Idiots, most of them! "The reason I got angry was that I asked you to take me seriously, but you made a joke and not only that, but the joke you made me think that all you are looking for is sex" "Oh, I see," he says in understanding. "Well, what do you know? Neanderthals can understand the obvious" " But Jane, if all she wanted was sex, then she would be running around town sleeping with anything that walks, but I don't want to. What I do want is to have the pers
In the darkness of the room lit only by the pale moonlight, I notice a sad face looking at me from across the room. He always had such a sad face. Then again, that's exactly what made me approach him when I was younger, which made him my favorite above all the rest. When he was happy, I wanted to cheer him up, and when he was sad like I am now ... "I know exactly how you feel," I murmur, lifting Bunny off the dusty shelf and hugging him tightly to my chest. Dark, wet spots are beginning to appear on top of his shaggy head, but he's used to it by now. He just soaks them through, absorbing the tears until they finally dry and I feel better again. He was always a comfort to me, which only makes me feel even more guilty for abandoning him, for putting him aside because I thought he was too old for him, at least I didn't throw it away. In truth, you can never get over what makes you feel safe. Even the toughest of us, the ones who refuse to admit we do suc
Another set of high-pitched screams emanate from the apartment hallway. I roll my eyes and shake my head before heading to the front door and poking my head through it. "Travis," I say in exasperation. "That?" he asks innocently. "Haven't you had enough?" "But they like it!" The terrified look in the children's eyes when they look over their shoulders and run away from us (or should I say Travis) They say otherwise, but what can I do? Its Halloween. Kids don't want to be scared and it's not like Travis stops them from taking the candy before he scares them. The huge orange plastic bowl with printed bats flying around its rim is surprisingly nearly empty, meaning either our candy is better than the neighbors' or he's been very, very generous in delivering the treats. Seeing as things rarely happen for a single reason, I guess it's a bit of both. "Okay, but once the bowl is empty, that's it, okay?" Travis gives me a happy
Seeing how we have repositioned ourselves and back to where we left off, Travis Number Two stands very close to me so that I can continue right where he also left off, holding my hair to continue kissing and sucking on the back, the sides of my neck and the curves of my shoulders.I'm getting used to this extravagance of kisses when I feel two pairs of hands on me, one pair rubbing up and down my sides while the other pair gently glide up and down my bare arms, and while both touches are relatively innocent. , the double sensation is turning me on much faster than if it had been just a pair of hands.And then the hands start to wander and the touches are less and less innocent. A pair of hands rub up and down the outside of my thighs, causing my already short skirt to sit a little higher with each stroke. Meanwhile, another pair of hands is slowly beginning to unzip the back of my dress. It's Travis Number Two, and as he slowly reveals every inch of my bareback, he pla
"Do you want me to do it?" I ask hysterically.Travis looks like she's in fear for his life, as she should be. I mean, I knew the man was perverted but I just didn't realize how much."No, Jane! You're not going to do it! Oh, does not matter! I knew it was too weird! I knew I should never have asked you! You're so sweet here, making me dinner and dressing up for me and I screwed it all up by making that suggestion. Very sorry. Please forgive me and forget that I ever asked"I look at Travis with a pounding heart, but not for the reason he thinks. I'm not mad, I'm actually ... excited."Travis, calm down! I didn't say I wasn't going to do it. I just want to clarify what exactly you want us to do"Now he seems completely bewildered as if he had just said to her: Yes, Travis… Santa Claus is real."Really?""Yes, I will do it"And just as the words leave my mouth, I'm just as surprised as he is by my willingness to do so.
Would it be wrong for me to mention to Travis that his birthday used to be the same day that Japan and elite countries used to celebrate Respect for Aging Day? I think so. Also, he is angry at all the jokes that he has received and continues to receive for being with someone much younger than him.However, I must admit that even some jokes are quite funny, like having a parent-teacher conference when we went to see my parents. I mean, what can you do? You can get mad and hit the ground all the time (I tried for a while until Blanca threatened to remove the town repair costs from my paycheck) or access the jokes on a case-by-case basis and take them from there. Seeing how the majority of the people have learned to accept or ignore us.It's hard to believe that Travis is almost 35 today, 34 to be exact and here I am barely 24 years old. However, it is easy to put the age difference aside, when the man you are with appears to be at the same level of maturity as you and wh
Applause from everyone.We both sit on the grass to watch the next dancer take the stage, a young woman who, like me, is dressed in a traditional kimono, but unlike me, this girl has strong and dramatic makeup. Her face and neck are so dusty that she appears white as a ghost and her lips are painted a bright shade of red. The stark contrast between the white, red, and jet black of her hair tied up in a bun makes her look not human at all, more like a porcelain doll placed on invisible strings by a puppeteer. Even her movements are limited, like those of a puppet whose joints can only move so far in any direction.This is Kyomai's dance.It's like a slow interpretive dance with various poses and hand gestures that tell a story. It is the opposite pole of the dance that preceded it, the dance of Odori.As the night darkens, everything begins to calm down and the sakura trees are lit up with paper lanterns, giving the hanami experience a different vibe, one