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"H-here." Beau stuttered as he laid out an extra futon for me. We came in the shrine through the garden slide doors, in order to not startle his father--who was probably too absorbed in his art to notice me anyway. 

He may not look it, but he's super nervous right now. He's never had a girl sleepover before, has he? He's avoided eye contact ever since I set foot into the shrine. Occasionally when we did, he'll flush and look away. Hehe, this is pretty cute. Seeing the all-cool Beau getting all embarrassed.

"Thanks." I say and pull out a pillow from the closet, "for everything, and letting me stay over."

"O-of course, you're welcome." he murmured, his voice barely audible. A grin stretched across my face, and I can't suppress it. I've never witnessed Beau like this before. It's beyond funny.

"And...?" I ask, purposely tugging onto his shirt sleeve, he flinched, "what can I wear as pajamas?"

"R-r-right. M-maybe I h-have a longer sh-shirt you can wear." I see his adam's apple bop as he gulped and rushed to his closet. Pfft. I am totally enjoying myself. I've always put up a sweet front or give them a cold shoulder after that I've forgotten how fun it was to tease guys.

As he was searching flusteredly around his closet, I walk up quietly behind him and reached out an arm--just an inch away from his--and pretend to be helping him look. I can almost hear his heartbeat. *thump thump, thump thump*  I can literally feel it.

Then, he held out a cloth hanger and a plain white T-shirt hung down. It was long enough to reach my knees and elbows despite being a T-shirt. "Perfect." I say and take it over from him. Our finger tips brushed against each other.

"S-sorry!" he almost yelled, then shut up quickly. It took all I've got to suppress the laughter growing in me and smiled, "no prob. Can I take a quick shower?"

"By all means." he said quickly. 

While scrubbing my hair in the shower, I thought, I wonder how he'd react to an image of a girl fresh out of the bath. I felt myself grin. I mean, it's my first time staying over at a guy's house, too. But I'm feeling anything but anxious and nervous right now. Dunno why, Beau radiates a safe aura for me. I don't feel alarmed around him at all. 

I change into the big T-shirt he gave me and head back to his room. 

When I slid open the fan door. He was in his...pajamas...

.

.

"Why the hell are you half-naked." I say, not in the form of a question. He was looking at me with a startled expression. I know I kinda should've knocked, but he's only in a pair of boxers, nothing else. And above that is the well-toned chest I've felt under a school uniform so many times. 

Where does he get the time to work out? 

"Do you sleep in those?" I ask again, my eyes can't rip off from his chest. 

"Yes, actually. I was planning on getting in bed before you...so you don't.. well..." his face was about fifty shades of red now as I walked closer to him.

I shove my wet hair up. I've never actually tried to be sexy, but right now I think I am. My wavy hair bounced as I walk past him to the futon he laid out for me. Purposely brushing my shoulder just against his, I felt him flinch again. 

"D-ehm-don't you need to let it dry?" he tried to calm his voice, but it's still nervous. Ha. 

"You're right." I widen my eyes just a little, pretending to be innocent, and picked up the towel I brought with me from the bathroom and reached out to hand it over to him, "do you mind?"

MIND BLOWN. 

I don't think he even fully grasped the situation when he took the towel over and I sat down in front of him. Several seconds later I felt the soft sensation of the towel against my hair, and a pair of warm hands wiping the water for me.

Mmm...this feels even more comfortable than when Ota does it.... The sudden mention of him makes me have a mixture of feelings. Even I don't quite understand why I got so upset and stormed off. It doesn't seem as severe now that I've had a few hours to cool off.

My eyelids fell down as I was facing Beau's chest. I'm starting to feel really sleepy...it's probably eleven thirty now...I still have school tomorrow, too....

Beau's PoV

Dang it! Doesn't she know she's turning me on so much?!

I must look like a total idiot to her right now...how is she so calm about all this...? As I was thinking, I felt a tug on my sleeve and for half an instant I felt like pouncing on her...NO! Ugh...she's teasing me, on purpose, I know it.

She shoved her wet pieces of hair over her head. If she's trying to be sexy, it's working.

"Do you mind?" she handed me a clean towel. And the next thing I know she sat down, still facing me, and closed her eyes, anticipating me to help her dry her hair. But I can't focus on that at all. My gaze drifted to her soft lips constantly. She was smiling lightly.

Does this feel good? 

A sense of peacefulness spread through me as I dried her hair. Then, I felt something press against me. She fell asleep on the spot, leaning onto me.

"Oh..." I drop the towel and support her body from falling to the ground. I thought about how I could get her to the futon. No...I can't possibly drag her by her arms...it'll hurt.

My pulse quickened as I picked her up bridal style. I've never seen her like this before. She looks so vulnerable and pure. I've heard that people generally look more peaceful in their sleep. But the girl in my arms right now is an angel.

[cheesy alert >_<]

A small portion of her bangs falls over her eyelids as I set her down on her futon as gently as I could. I tucked that piece of hair away, causing it to brush through her long eyelashes. Her slender fingers are a little rough on some places due to constantly holding paint brushes. 

She shifted in her sleep, her arms moving up above her head. Causing the entire shirt to pull up and three quarters of her thighs were shown.

I quickly slapped back my almost out-stretched hand. I can see her curves....

I mentally slap myself across the face. NO. Stop.... Self-regulation!

I pulled the sheets up till her chest. Her eyes shut, her lips were slightly parted...I couldn't help myself...

I landed a small smooch on her lips.

Just a soft brush for now.

Misaki's PoV

We're on the last day of a short school trip. Everything seemed smaller. I was only twelve. The whole grade was in the fields. My attention was on one particular boy...he had chestnut blonde hair and a pair of beautiful green eyes. I've had a girl crush on him since forever...but I was always too shy to tell him.

That night...when the groups were checking into our hotels...

"Hey...Misaki, right?" I heard a voice behind me and jerked up. It was him.

"Y-yes." I was really shy back then, I could barely look him in the eye.

"Can I tell you something?" he asked nervously and reached out a hand, I took it without batting an eyelash. He led me somewhere. I was too concentrated on my rapid beating heart to know where I was going. 

"I--I actually liked you--f-for a long time already...." He said once we were alone, "but there were just so many guys around you...you've always felt like a high star to me."

It was the sweetest confession known to girls. Even though it was short, at that time, it felt like the world to me. I got on my tiptoes and pecked him on the lips without thinking. Before I could even pull back, he embraced me. 

That night, it was my first kiss. That night, I gained confidence for myself. And later on I knew, it was that exact same night after he walked me back to my room that he didn't go back to his. He went directly home. And I didn't know the details, but he transferred.

We didn't even have the time for contact infos. He just suddenly disappeared. I suppose he wanted to confess before not seeing me ever again.

After that night, I started to slowly mould into who I am now. Confident and sweet heart-breaker.

"Hm?" I wandered out loud and my eyes snapped open. Why did I remember that all of a sudden? It hasn't come close to the surface for years. I don't feel sad, all's in the past now. Besides, why'd I dream that I got a peck on my lips? Though it felt so real....

My index finger touched my bottom lip as I lay there for another minute before checking the time on my phone--which I turned to airplane mode so mom won't be able to call or track me down--and see it's just past six a.m.

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Published: March, 2015

Edited: May 24, 2016

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