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“Me or tennis. Which will you choose?”
Mere inches apart, Reika’s threatening glare tried to keep her at a distance.
With a deep breath and a brisk step forward, she was ready with her decision.
The frigid air of the night, the rustling of the leaves and the pouring rain dared to disturb them, but against the comfort of her lips, they were no match.
Eyes shut, blinded, yet focused.
Hands wandered and grasped at everything—anything to make the moment last.
Broken with a sigh, Hiromi rested her head against the blonde’s chest.
“Did I make the right choice?”