Ayaka, usually so bold and teasing, looked uncharacteristically shy. "So warm them up."
Mako smiled, resting her forehead against Ayaka's. "That's just my first time." Oda Mako- Mutou Ayaka - First French Kisses In ...
"You taste like strawberries and panic," Ayaka said. The first French kiss is not about technique
The first French kiss is not about technique. It is about the quiet terror of being known. It was the kind of spring shower that
The rain fell in soft, silver sheets over the back of the old school library. It was the kind of spring shower that blurred the edges of the world, leaving only the two of them in focus.
Mako Oda had always been the careful one. The planner. The girl who read the instructions before assembling the furniture. But standing under the narrow eave, watching Ayaka Mutou shiver beside her, she felt her carefully constructed logic begin to dissolve.