The wind is crowing. It should be cold and yet? Mashiro felt feverish.
"I… I…"
The heat inside Mashiro’s body is clawing out parts of his brain that all he mustered up to say is I. All he could think of is —- MORE! MORE! I want MORE!
But Mashiro said nothing. He stood transfixed by the kiss.
Azuki’s lips brushed against his again and slowly, her lips curved into a smile.
"That’s one promise done," Azuki whispered.
"Yes…"
Happiness evinced in their faces. Azuki led him to the porch. They sat on the cemented stairs. They talked. But they gazed more. They talked and gazed at each other until the sun rose.
—more to come when I become inspired to write more. hahaha…—