It wasn't their first kiss—that had been clumsy and desperate and tasted like a dare. This one was slow and deliberate and tasted like a promise. When they finally pulled apart, her forehead rested against his, and she was crying, which she never did, which she never did.
"The renovations," he said quietly. "They're not just for the cafe, are they?" #kaichouwamaidsama latest
The silence stretched between them, filled with the sound of petals tapping against the window. Outside, Seka High's clock tower read 5:00 PM. The light was golden and cruel. It wasn't their first kiss—that had been clumsy