his hands together and wolfing down the pork cutlet.
He took a gulp of his water to wash it down. “I’m starving,” he said, but the sound of the childish words he chose made me snort. “Peko peko” coming from the mouth of someone like Tomohiro.
“So are you convinced now that I’m not up to anything?” he asked, his chopsticks suspended in the air between bites.
“Not even close,” I said. “But why did you do that to me, the day after I saw you with Myu?” I said. He raised his eyebrows and looked sincerely puzzled.
“Do what?”
“Oh, please, like you don’t remember. You waited for me at the gate, and then you walked past me all dangerous-like.” And too close, I added to myself. The smell of his vanilla hair gel, the heat of his shoulder grazing mine. And then, you know, he proceeded to look up my skirt, but did we really need to remember that part?
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