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)
Yuki joins me on the balcony, and I hastily shove the graphic memories out of my mind.
No fantasizing, KC!
“You like it?” he asks as he wraps his arms around me from behind.
“I love it.” My voice comes out in a little croak. After the past few years of not having Yuki in my life, I’m still unable to take for granted these instances that he’s next to me.
For a while we just stand there, admiring the autumn view of Lake Kawaguchiko, which rests at the foot of the mountain. If weather permits, we can wake up to a picturesque view of Mt. Fuji tomorrow, and while I am looking forward to that, what’s really making my heart pound is the fact that we’re finally going to spend the night together. Maybe even have...you know...sex.
At one point or another, almost every girl in Tsubaki has imagined having Yuki Himura as her first lover. And before you ask, I promise I’m not making this up. Japanese folks do love their surveys, and in our school, most of the informal polls have to do with our resident bad boy and a girl’s chances of nabbing him. According to one of those surveys, 73% of our school’s female population believes that Yuki would be the type of lover to go all out for a girl’s precious first time, and when asked to go into detail, there were frequent mentions of fancy dinners and champagne, luxurious hotel suites, and expensive gifts.
While I don’t see anything wrong with their answers, which in all fairness are quite accurate considering where we are now, it does make me wonder if I’m a nympho after all. Because right now, with Yuki’s arms around me, his hard body pressed against mine—-
Everything else fades. I don’t even see the huge lake in front of me, can’t even remember the color of the walls behind me. Right now, all I can think of is—-
Yuki. Me. Virginity. Gone.
I know it’s shameless of me, but I can’t help it. I’ve always loved to fantasize about sex, and this little guilty pleasure of mine only worsened when I fell in love with Yuki. And since I never thought about it at all when we broke up, it now feels like my mind’s eager to make up for lost time by turning every teensy little thing into sexual foreplay—-
The way his hot breath fans my skin—-
The way his strong arms are resting right below my breasts—-
And oh, the way his mouth brushes against my ear as he whispers, “We should go back inside.”
Aaaaaaah.
It’s happening. It’s finally, really happening.
“O-okay,” I stammer.
His arms loosen, but his fingers twine with mine as he leads me back inside our suite. My heart pounds against my chest as I watch him close the balcony doors. Our gazes meet as he turns around to face me, and he murmurs, “Wait here.”
I nod, tongue-tied with fear and excitement. What is he planning? What are we going to do? Is he intending to—-
Yuki returns to my side, my school bag in his hand, and sits down on the tatami. When I just stare at him, he raises a brow, asking, “Aren’t you going to sit down?” He starts taking out my books. “We came here to study, remember?”
Oh.
He smirks. “Or were you expecting something else?”
My face flames. “Of course not!” But I can’t quite meet his gaze as I hurriedly take a seat across him, and my cheeks turner a darker shade of red when I hear him chuckle.
Bloody sadistic sod.
“I hate you,” I can’t help muttering under my breath.
“That’s too bad,” he murmurs. “I guess that means I have to cancel my reservation.”
Silence.
Don’t ask, KC.
But I find myself slowly looking up.
Don’t ask.
His eyes gleam.
Don’t ask.
His lips curve in a taunting smile.
Oh, shite.
Curiosity kills me, and I blurt out, “What reservation?”
IT TAKES ABOUT TEN pages of painstaking mecha sketches and two headaches before I earn my reward, and Yuki takes me to the ryoukan’s indoor onsen. He’s reserved it for the rest of the night for our private use, and while the photos I’ve seen on the Internet have prepared me for how beautiful it is, seeing the place in reality is an entirely different thing.
A wooden porch with thick log rails is the first thing that welcomes us, and its planks creak as we make our way farther in. Trees with golden leaves arch over the steaming pool, red-and-black lanterns hanging from their branches, while manmade waterfalls cascade down a rock wall on the opposite side.
It’s also much, much larger than I expected, almost like the kind of pool you’d see in a water park. It’s breathtaking, figuratively and literally speaking, which I’ve come to realize as soon as I dip my toe into the water.
“OW!”
Yuki bursts into laughter, and I make a face, protesting, “It’s really hot!”