MATCHMAKER

You can hear your heart pounding in your ears. Hell, even the cicadas, hushed and stilted, have contented themselves and are listening in. Should you have even had the courage to turn and face her, you’d sooner die than let Eunbi see the flush searing its way across the bridge of your nose.

“Hey.”

That lilting voice, it grips you. It pulls your eyes over your shoulder. You can’t decide if you first need to cough, laugh or cry—perhaps all three. God only knows.

—

A look back across the table, and there she is— still. The model. Eunbi had told you as much, scrolling through photo after photo of this woman like she was trying to sell you a car.

At least she’s pretty.

It’s hardly the qualifier you wish it was, repeating it in your head over and over. You’d liken this to pulling teeth—but you’re willing to bet you’ve had better chemistry with your dentists. Despite a mouth full of utensils and consistently lying about how often you floss, it’s not like your conversations weren’t cordial.

The sharp clattering of silverware tossed on the plate in front of her rouses you from your idle thoughts.

You watch her eyes dart across the table and back to you. Fists clenched, her knuckles turn white. You can hardly hear the exasperated huff that billows out of her chest over the sound of chair legs scraping against the hardwood floor.

“You’re an ass,” she spits.

You start to piece together how you’ll apologize to Eunbi—god knows she’ll hear about this—because at this point, you’d long exhausted whatever goodwill you still had for this woman. Nothing. Zero. Zilch. Your words roll off your tongue faster than you could possibly hope to muster any kind of self control to contain them.

“Well, at least I’m not just an ass.”

Dark red, dreadful really—a glassful of wine hurdles across the length of the dinner table. It’s just your luck. Realistically, it’s what you deserved. You’d thought this would be the kind of thing that might happen in slow-motion, a cathartic moment to question your life choices. In reality, it’s over in an instant. The table seemed so very long only seconds ago, but the drink sticking to your face, your shirt, in your hair, dripping down your nose, it makes you regret not being sat a few feet closer to the door.

“ Prick.”

You don’t dare open your eyes until the strident tap-tap-tap of those tall heels fades into the background noise of the restaurant, now almost silent, clearly watching this scene unfold with bated breath. You feel each pair of eyes crawling up your skin as it finds its way onto you. If there was a god, a merciful one, now would probably be as good a time as any to open the earth beneath your feet and swallow you whole.

You pull at your face with the palm of your hand, the alcohol out of your eyes, your nose, your mouth. You can hear the whispers shuffle around you. And upon finally opening your eyes, you find yourself centered on the world’s most damned stage, a spectacle for restaurant staff and patrons alike.

Mortifying.

There was good reason for the moratorium you’d put on letting Eunbi play at matchmaker. Quite a few actually. And you wish you’d have the wherewithal to remember any of them whenever she’d get that irresistible urge to ruin a perfectly good evening.

Truthfully, it’d been the same for as long as you can remember. Kwon Eunbi kept her friends close. And she’d fill her days pairing off everyone in her orbit, results be damned. Three relationships you’d since suffered. All born of Eunbi’s machinations. All inevitably folding, fumbling, crashing in spectacular fashion.

Things didn’t improve when she found fame either.

Even back in school, though you weren’t necessarily unpopular by any means—friendly, athletic, and smart enough to stay out of any serious trouble—compared to her, you may as well have been nobody. It certainly came as no surprise that she found her stride on stage, making a career of capturing hearts.

And with that, her life abruptly launched her into meeting no small number of fascinating people, as so eventually would you. But considering the ways these evenings consistently play out, it just never quite did seem to stick.

Your waitress leans in trying her best not to catch any of the gazes meant for you. “Would you like your check sir? And maybe a towel?”

A drop of red wine swells and drips from your nose to chin. The slow, labored breath you draw fills your cheeks on its way out. It’s the first time you’ve been this soaked at the end of a meal, but it’s far from your worst date.

—

You could’ve sworn it was just summer. The cool breeze setting on the streets catches you off guard. Though, the soaked shirt around your shoulders was hardly paying you any favors.

Eunbi shoves a hoodie into your chest. “What the hell did you do?”

“My best if I’m being honest,” you say, ripping the tag off the sweatshirt. You can clearly see Eunbi’s eyes fill with contempt as you start to pluck at the buttons at the front of your sad, stained shirt.

“Jesus. You’re just going to give everyone a show?” Glaring, Eunbi wraps her fingers around your wrist and drags you off the sidewalk, her short hair bouncing in place. Pressed to answer, you’d say you missed those long, silky locks that used to tumble off her shoulders, but as it always was with Kwon Eunbi, and quite unfairly, everything looked good on her.

“Now talk.”

“I mean there’s not really a whole lot to say.” You wrestle your arms from your sleeves and search for the opening at the bottom of the sweatshirt. “I’m honestly more curious what made you think that would ever work out.” Arms trapped in the sweatshirt over your head, you click your tongue against your teeth. “Eunbi. Eunbi— eyes up here.”

“Oh piss off.” Clenching her fingers into two tiny fists, she hides her scowl with a smirk. “What am I supposed to do now? You know the two of us are going to be filming again next week? I’ll need to say something.”

Her questions marinate in terse silence while you give the hem of the shirt a final tug, snugly fitting it over your chest. “How much was the sweatshirt?”

Eunbi shakes her head and sends her hands to her hips, a pitied laugh falling out of her nose. “Forty bucks.”

“But honestly, tell me.” You dig the cash out of your wallet before slapping it into Eunbi’s open palm as you open your complaint. “You ever actually talk to her? I’d wager I’d have gotten on easier with an electrical outlet.”

She soaks up your words, her thumbnail between her teeth. You watch her eyebrows twist into a familiar, pensive look. “Hardly—mostly on set, and about work.”

“And somewhere in there you figured… Hey this would be a great idea,” you say, arms stretching to the side.

“Look—I don’t know—I thought she was hot.”

She was hot. And arrogant. And self-centered. And rude. And utterly miserable.

Eunbi shoves her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “How hard is it to have a drink or two, go back to your apartment and get to knocking boots?”

You pause. The stray idea that Eunbi was imagining you—in any capacity— knocking boots? The inside of your cheek starts to burn as you bite into it. “Well we certainly didn’t make it that far.”

“Yeah. No kidding.” Eunbi glances at the time on her wrist and a laugh, dry and humorless, separates her words, “It’s not even nine-thirty.”

“Believe me. I’m aware.” Your shoulders indulge in a despondent sigh. “And I’m beyond ready to turn in. Where did you park?”

“By the 7-Eleven.” She looks at you, gears churning behind her eyes.“But I’m not taking you home yet. I’ve got at least another hour’s worth of dodging my manager to do.”

You narrow your eyes. Maybe she’s toying with you—you wanted nothing more than a hot shower and to be wrapped up in your bed ready to greet the morning. Tomorrow had to be better than today. You aren’t Dante delving through the depths of hell for goodness’ sake. That isn’t your story.

You shout out as Eunbi starts making her way back onto the sidewalk, “And do what?”

“I don’t know. Take a walk. Explain to me why you can’t keep that tongue of yours on leash. I don’t care.” Hands still buried in her jacket pockets, she flares her elbows to the sides in a pitiful shrug. “You made me grab you a change of clothes—the least you can do is help me kill some time.”

—

You’d thought fresh air and getting up onto your feet might help you finally relax after an evening of stifled conversation. The reality is that under the twilight sky, walking aside her, it becomes noticeably difficult to breathe.

The park tucked between the city’s metro hub and its boardwalk of chic restaurants truly was the quintessential date spot. Fingers locked and sneaking kisses under the moon, the couples you keep seeing more than confirmed as much.

You can’t help but find it a little humiliating.

The two of you walk, shoulder to shoulder, leaving as wide a berth between you as the prim gardens along either side of the trail allowed. God forbid your fingers have the audacity to graze one another.

“Man. And she just stood up and threw it?” Eunbi stretches her arms over head, the faintest glimpse of her toned stomach peeking out beneath her shirt. “Nuts. I mean deserved maybe. But nuts.”

“Yeah. Really. Straight out of a TV drama script, huh.”

Eunbi looks up at you through the corner of her smoky lashes, smirking.“Does that mean we’ll get to see you do a big Hollywood kiss in three or four episodes?”

“Either that,” you say, “or I end up dead. Nothing in between.”

She laughs, a perfect smile stretching across her face. “I doubt we could ever be so lucky—but I’m not going to rule you out as the character in a coma either.”

Even though you become lost for words when your eyes linger in hers a moment too long, and your breath shortens when you hear her voice, Eunbi is stupidly easy to talk to. Always has been. Countless were the detentions you both served for pissing off so many of your teachers, constantly chatting and whispering during class.

On another stolen glance, you marvel at the contented look in her eyes. The dimples at the corners of her mouth, the wispy hairs that fly off her face just in front of her ears, that mark on her cheek, dotting each of her wonderful expressions like an exclamation point—you’re so damn weak to all of it.

A reprieve, you crane your neck, gazing up into the night sky. Hardly any stars out tonight, the moon’s too bright. The cicadas though—the cicadas are out. Not so unlike you, they gather and sing, in search of a little romance. God willing.

Both of you, hands in pockets, walk quietly. You listen simply to the soft sound of each other’s footsteps. The gravel grinds beneath your feet and the familiar feeling sets over you. Aching, throbbing, hurting, your heart begins to sink. It’s hardly the first time. You endure these moments, these tiny glimpses into a life you could never have. You’ve been friends for ages—but every chance you get to feel close to her, to look at her, you only realize she’s so far away.

Eunbi could make a thousand friends, introduce you to each and every one of them, and none of them would be her.

“Hey—” Your mouth dry and your voice hoarse, you split the overwhelming sound of the cicadas. “What about you?”

Eunbi keeps her head down, eyes locked on the trail in front of you. “What about me?”

“I mean, we’ve examined and dissected every way to midnight my love life is a complete and unmitigated disaster. What about you?”

Eunbi laughs under her breath. “You know how it is, company rule and all.”

Ah, yes. That rule. The rule that was equal parts draconian and unenforceable. Such an impossible rule.

“Really? I guess I figured that was just some industry secret.”

Eunbi stops in her tracks and looks at you, brow twisting inquisitively. “How do you mean?”

“Well,” you say, stopping in your tracks, hands on your hips. “Talk about a perfect way to let a guy down easy. And to always have it in your back pocket? It’s genius really.”

Eunbi’s chin jerks up at you, her eyes narrowed and her lips nearly curling into a grin. “You’ve always been too clever for your own good, you know that?”

She spins on her heel and moves to the empty bench at the side of the trail. You can barely hear the huff leaving her lips as she collapses onto it. Her face buried in her fingers, rubbing at her temples, she draws a heavy breath in through her nose and out the way it came.

Eunbi’s mouth opens, closes, and opens up again, eyes rolling toward you. Her voice navigates a dip into an uncharacteristic quiver, “Dating is fucking hard.”

Yeah.

You probably knew it better than most, but the comment catches you by surprise nonetheless. You’d figured she’d never been in want of a boy to call her own. There was always someone. There was your classmate whose dad owned some big import company—first to get a car in your grade, notably last to pass his entrance exams. The upperclassman who had apparently trialed for the national volleyball team. Of course, the day he broke—no, tore?— something in his knee, you can’t say you were all too bummed to hear about it. And then there was that guy in university, never once abandoning that black leather jacket. Lord, the memory makes your stomach churn.

You square your shoulders to hers, hovering anxiously beside the bench. Judging by what you’ve seen so far in the park that evening, it’s decidedly a seat reserved for couples.

“You know, I always thought you seemed good at it.”

Eunbi shoots you a flippant look and shakes her head. “Yeah. Just look at all my success.”

“Maybe you just have bad taste in men.”

Her brows furrow before she returns her eyes to the gravel. “Thanks. For the unsolicited advice. I’ll tuck that away somewhere.”

“Look.” You run your fingers through your hair, trying to figure out how you might walk back the careless remark. “I just mean… maybe you haven’t found the right guy yet. And you know he’ll adore you when you do.”

Eunbi lets out a soft sigh, one that creates and fills its own silence. She places her hand beside her, patting the bench softly. “Sit down.”

You’d hardly drank enough at dinner for your knees to wobble the way they do as you lower yourself onto the cold metal bench. Staring down at your feet reminds you of how much you looked like a total mess—dress shoes, pleated pants, a hoodie, the wine still stuck and stained in your hair. But it hardly mattered. Even your Sunday best would pale miserably in comparison to her.

When your wits return to you enough to face the woman sitting past your shoulder, you stumble directly into Eunbi’s piercing gaze. Her head resting on her hand, she closes her eyes briefly and draws a slow, purposeful breath.

“What all have you figured out?”

Your eyes narrow.

“Very little.” You sink into a slouch, your hands finding warmth and safety again in your pockets. “But still you’re gonna have to narrow down the question for me.”

She returns you a laugh that resembles air rushing through pipe more than any actual fit of laughter. “I mean when you meet someone new—what do you look for?”

Jesus. A breeze, heavy enough to rouse the old aching limbs of the trees above you, makes them creak and crack as though they too were responding to the question.

“Serious?”

She pulls her shoulders up into a tiny shrug.

“I dunno.” You point the toes of your shoes inward toward one another, scraping gravel along the way. “What does anyone look for? Kind, smart, makes me laugh.” You turn your eyes back to the sky and smile. “Extra points if she’s pretty.”

Quietly, Eunbi shifts her weight parallel to yours, lazily sliding into an identical slouch. She tilts her head up, and you can see the reflection of the moon fill her eyes.

“Yeah, well.” She puffs out another heavy breath and her lip—that perfectly glossed, tender, kissable lip—curls between her teeth. “You know I feel like I put you through a lot.”

More than she’d ever know.

Her fingers tuck her short hair behind her ears. “Sometimes I wonder what motivates you to get back out there and try again. Whatever it is, I’m jealous. I wish I had it.”

You pause, knowing what you want to say, but hardly how to say it.

“Guess I’m just… tired of watching all my friends find their other half. You can see it in the way they look at each other.”

The way you look at Eunbi.

“Life’s simple right? I’m sure there’s someone out there for me. Hell, it’s kinda embarrassing, but sometimes I sit and wonder if they’re somewhere right now. Feeling the exact same thing.”

Under these blasted stars—the fucking lack of them—you wonder how long you can possibly continue to play at this wicked game. For christ’s sake, Eunbi is sitting in arm’s reach and here you are blabbering like this.

Your voice trembles. “I just know—I want to be with someone who makes me happy.” You lean forward, elbows resting on your knees. “Someone I want to make happy.”

You can hear your heart pounding in your ears. Hell, even the cicadas, hushed and stilted, have contented themselves and are listening in. Should you have even had the courage to turn and face her, you’d sooner die than let Eunbi see the flush searing its way across the bridge of your nose.

“ Hey.”

That lilting voice, it grips you. It pulls your eyes over your shoulder. You can’t decide if you first need to cough, laugh or cry—perhaps all three. God only knows.

Eunbi pulls her knees into her chest and leans against the back of the bench, her sneakers pointing at you. “Do you remember that summer between grade ten and eleven?”

Like it was yesterday. You exhale a long breath through your nose. “What about it?”

Her cheeks stretch over the shy smile she saves for herself. “I think it was after summer classes ended—when all of us got into my parent’s liquor cabinet.”

You swallow hard.

She runs her hands through her hair, letting it bounce perfectly back into place. “Gosh. What a nightmare that was.”

“I just remember someone getting so sick I was wholly convinced they were going to die.” You wet your lips with your tongue, pulling them back into a tight smile.

“ Chaewon.” Closing her eyes and grinning wide, she lets the memory wash over her. “Even all grown up, she’s hardly changed a bit.”

Eunbi rolls her body forward, her arms wrapping around her shins—she’s pretty, she’s so wildly pretty. Her eyes find rest in yours with such ease it’s unfair. The flicker of the gas lamp behind you, dancing and glittering in those dark pools, it has you hopelessly seized.

“Well— before that —do you remember what I asked you? When we were playing those dumb drinking games?”

You look down. “You asked me who Iliked.”

With the toe of her shoe, Eunbi kicks a rock off the bench and you watch it roll into the trail. “Remember your answer?”

You remember feeling the flush boil behind your eyes and nearly steam out the top of your head. You remember hesitating for way longer than anybody else. You remember scrambling to cover your ass. Of course you remember your answer.

“Minju.” You barely manage to choke it out.

Eunbi buries her face into the top of her knees, her half-lidded eyes peeking just out over the top of them. She smiles beneath her sleeve and her response rests on a whisper, “ yep.”

You can feel your ears begin to burn, your heart beating so fast it might rocket out of your chest.

“I remember—I remember you worked fast. You set us up dating before year eleven even started. You tricked us into going bowling.” You fidget at the loose thread you’d found in your pocket. “What a shit-show that was, huh? I don’t know if there’s ever been a more toxic—”

“Did you mean it?”

You bite your lip, only releasing it upon the bitter taste of copper. Your voice is so choked up it nearly gets caught on the way out. “W-well clearly, it didn’t work out between us.”

Eunbi sits herself up, her expression soft and entirely unreadable. “When you answered me—were you lying?”

You’d lied to Eunbi in that basement the same you’d lied to Eunbi a thousand times. You’d lied to Eunbi for years. For years. Something despicable, something uncontrollable moves you to push it off your chest, gasping.

Yes.

The word leaving your mouth pulls with it the last breath out of your sail. Your stomach twists. Your fingers feel slow as you open and close them into tight fists atop your thighs.

Eunbi’s eyes return down, along her cheeks. She folds her fingers delicately atop her knees and her voice leaks beneath her breath, “ thought so.”

Life’s simple right? You’re sure there’s someone out there for you. Hell, it’s kinda embarrassing, but sometimes you sit and wonder if they’re somewhere right now, feeling the exact same thing.

Like wildfire, a dumb, obstinate courage you’ve never dared entertain moves through you as you navigate the distance between you. Your chest heaves and shudders. A finger under her chin turns her head to you. Eyes widen, eyebrows jump, and you press your lips to hers.

Softly, you feel her. You taste her. You hold her.

But you don’t dare to open your eyes.

You’d shared so many kisses with so many others. Yet it’s this one—this plain, chaste, motionless kiss—it sunders your thoughts and sends your head spinning.

Like a razor’s edge you feel the fingers of each and every emotion clawing at your chest. Joy; anxiety; sadness; helplessness; frustration; hopelessness; emptiness; fear; they knock in unison on the door to your thoughts, louder and louder as you hold Eunbi’s lips in yours.

Your heart swells and aches so profusely you want to die. But you can’t die. You can’t die, not yet. You need to feel the swell of Eunbi’s lips just a touch longer. Those lips that were out of reach. You can feel them. You can feel them tremble. You can feel them—because in this stolen moment—they are yours.

Eunbi shivers. Her chin between your fingers, you hold her face tight to yours, but your lips part. The space between your mouths slowly fills with short, hot breaths.

Eunbi’s eyes are wide, searching with urgency for something. “What are you doing?”

“I—”

Your stomach drops.

“—I don’t know.” Your response carries your honesty, your dishonesty all wrapped up together in the simple, pained admission.

It simply isn’t fair. You regret meeting her. You regret suffering the fact that every girl you ever know, every girl you ever kiss, every girl you ever love, you compare to her. You regret keeping her in your life so closely—so impossibly beyond your reach. You regret letting her ruin you.

Eunbi places a clenched fist on your shoulder. Her eyes welling with tears and closing tightly, a whisper leaves her lips, “ What are you doing?”

“Eunbi…” Why must even her name make you falter? You look for an explanation, some foot to put forward, but your thoughts are only filled with her. “ I—”

Her voice, neither firm nor resolute, rasps on an anguished breath, “ again.”

“ What?”

Always your mouth moved faster than it should.

Eunbi opens her eyes, shining, glistening. A series of long, anguished blinks punctuates her request. “Kiss me—again— please.”

It’s not real. It can’t be. It’s not real. You repeat it in your head. But the silky touch of her hair on your fingertips, the shallow breaths on your lips, your nose against hers. It feels real.

Your fingers meet the backs of her ears and you find her lips again. Tickling you on each pass, her long lashes flutter against yours before firmly resting shut. Slowly, Eunbi moves her knees from between you off to the side, your bodies twisting and turning to meet the urgency of your kiss.

She buries her hands in your hair as her voice quivers over a series of tension-filled hums. Sinking backward, her hands pull you along with her until the two of you are nearly horizontal on the bench, her weight only supported by a precariously perched elbow.

Your mouths pull and press against one another. The brief moments between your kisses create a vacuum of air between your lips that every muscle in your body demands be closed again—soft, smacking sounds ringing midst them. You need more of it, that light candy flavor on her lips, the smell of her coconut shampoo, her silky hair running between your fingers. You need it more than you’d ever imagined.

Eunbi’s fingers wrap around the thick fabric of your sweatshirt, clinging to you and holding onto you like her life depends on it. Her soft moan, locked between your mouths, coaxes your lips to part. Eunbi’s narrow tongue slowly teases and toys at your lips, your teeth, your tongue.

So overwhelmed are you with everything you feel, everything you touch, that a noise beyond your wet lips, your shuddered moans and hums—a whistling—goes nearly unnoticed. You know the noise. It wanders across a range of notes whose purpose is simply to be heard.

To her visible, flustered frustration, you pull away against the fingers on your clothes and yourself off of Eunbi’s lips enough to set your eyes on a man, casually making his way down the trail toward you.

No words exchange between you. Only the staccato panting of the man’s dog and the droning buzz of cicadas fills the strained silence as he passes. You offer him a polite, tight-lipped smile. But the man simply brings his face to the sky, hardly interested in what it was that made your heart race.

Into the night his footsteps vanish.

Eunbi’s fingers hold your jaw and turn you back down to her. Catching her breath, she leaps into the quiet pause. “Your cheeks are very red.”

Licking at the inside of your dried mouth, you swallow the lump in your throat. “Talk about embarrassing.”

“Don’t worry,” Eunbi says, smiling, “It’s probably not even the worst thing he’s seen tonight.”

Chuckling, you bring your elbows to either side of Eunbi’s face. It makes you pause, soaking in the beauty beneath you. You’d seen it, gotten lost in it, countless times, but never had you held it in your arms.

Her eyes dart from yours to your lips, presumably imagining the things she might do to them, the things she might do to you. She leans herself up, her expression steeled and determined. But even with every reason to be the most confident woman in the world, Eunbi stutters through the question.

“Can we…” She bites her lip and her eyebrows express an anxious stare you’ve seldom seen. “Go somewhere?”

A thousand times yes. The fact that you’d make any girl nervous has your heart rocking back and forth on its toes. The fact that it’s Kwon Eunbi whose breath you steal makes you dizzy.

—

It’d have probably been prudent for the car to be equipped with its own lights, siren and everything. From the moment you sped out of the 7-eleven parking lot, Eunbi drove like it was an emergency.

Her finger taps incessantly atop the steering wheel. Each intersection might as well be an obstacle placed by some cruel god—probably the same one who refused to smite you earlier. You’ve been to her apartment more times than you count. Hell, you helped her move into it. But as Eunbi’s foot reaches recklessly onto the gas pedal, your chest tightens.

Rows of houses, apartments, restaurants, cafes, groceries pass out the window before you realize the distinct emptiness in your hands.

You open your mouth, tongue clicking. “ Ah.”

“Yeah?” Eunbi asks, “something on your mind?”

“I forgot my shirt.”

The car rolls to a stop in her building’s garage. Eunbi’s key turns in the ignition and the headlights click off, the dull hum of the car’s machinery disappearing along with them.

“On the bench?”

You pause. “Yeah.”

Eunbi looks at you from under her lashes with a stare both equally concerned and frustrated. “You wanna go back?”

You take in a slow breath as her question registers in your head. “No, I… It’s irreparably stained anyway I imagine,” you respond. “You saw it didn’t you? Just absolutely drenched.”

Eunbi leans over the center console, seizes your lips with hers, and sucks hard at your bottom lip before pulling hers away as confidently as they came.

“I did.” She smirks. “And so am I.”

She’s again on you the instant you slam close the passenger side door. And unless you two were going to do it on the concrete floor of the parking garage, you have to lift her into your arms.

The echoey garage, the painfully slow elevator ride, the hallway to her unit—your clumsy union finds no reprieve as you and Eunbi stumble your way into her apartment. Setting her down and kicking your shoes off somewhere behind you, your hands roam the curves of Eunbi’s body, the shape of her beauty. Feeling your fingertips hover anxiously against her chest, Eunbi pulls you by the wrists onto her t-shirt, begging you to knead and caress her breasts in your hands.

A small yelp escapes Eunbi’s throat as you push her back firmly against the wall. She was someone you’d pined for as long as you remember, but the lust, the need to have her, it’s stronger than it’s ever been. And judging by the way Eunbi’s waist bucks and grinds along your thigh, her calves quietly rubbing together, you’d guess she recognized that feeling all the same.

Eunbi runs her hands beneath your sweatshirt, her cool palms landing squarely on your chest and her thumbs grazing your nipples. Navigating her fingers beneath the thick, bulky fabric, she pulls and lifts until your arms are up over your head.

“Fuck,” she whispers under her breath, biting her nail and letting her eyes wander your body.

“ Eunbi,” you tease, “eyes up…”

In an instant, she pulls her shirt over her head so quickly that you struggle to make it to the end of the jeer. You’re stunned. It’s impossible to decide if she looks good in her underwear, or if her underwear looks good on her. She crosses her arms in front of her faultlessly smooth stomach, gathering her cleavage for you.

Drinking it in, your bottom lip curls behind your teeth as you search impossibly for any one place to rest your eyes. Dumbfounded, you land unconvincingly at the end of your usual taunt, “—here.”

A smug smile stretches across her face, quickly descending on you. “That’s what I thought.”

The skin on her chest, her arms, her stomach against you is only cold to the touch for a moment. Your tongues flick past one another, neither contented to their usual residence as Eunbi wrestles under your weight. One hand buried in your hair, the other looking to the belt around your waist, she squirms beneath you.

Gathering her delicate wrists in a quick motion, holding them barely above her head against the wall, you whisper against her ear, “No. Not yet.”

She whines as the tips of your fingers reach down the front rise of her pants. Eunbi wasn’t lying. The thin fabric between her legs is drenched. Though lucky for her, you can more than sympathize. You break your kiss, circling your fingers firmly against her mound, watching closely the varied expressions of frustration and pleasure fill out across that perfect face.

“You—” Eunbi lets out an adorable squeal as you push your fingers dangerously against her entrance. Her voice squeaks out again, “ you.”

You drag your nails lightly over the fabric and Eunbi shudders. Your lips kissing and caressing its folds, you whisper again in her ear, “talk to me Eunbi.”

“Y-you,” she whimpers, her mouth curving into a wide smile, “you—reek so badly— of wine.”

She starts laughing as you release her hands from above her head. You check the backs of your wrists and hesitantly under your arms with your nose. Sure enough, the sickly sweet smell of that night’s calamitystings your nostrils. It was after all that mess that got you into this mess.

Your fingers sift through your hair, feeling again the dried sugar still residing in it. You laugh as it dawns on you. “Yeah—my bad, huh.”

Eunbi’s arms relax around your shoulders and you swear her warm smile could very well send you melting onto the floor. “ C’mon, I’ll get you a towel.”

—

Steam rises off your shoulders, and for the first time since you’d left your apartment that afternoon, you feel clean, at ease even. A strange turn of events, but ultimately, wish granted you suppose.

You look around, studying the pattern of the small gray tiles along the wall in front of you.

Truthfully, there are few things as disconcerting as being in an unfamiliar shower, what with the foreign controls, the angle of the shower head, the pressure, the temperature, a variety of hair and skin products you feel you ought to be able to recognize. Though as it were, none of that mattered. This was Eunbi’s shower.

Sliding to the side, the glass door rattles in its track behind you.

Slowly, Eunbi’s delicate hands wrap around your chest and waist. Her fingernails gently drag along your skin and send bolts of anticipation crackling down your neck. You can feel her cheek lean into the space between your shoulder blades, her soft breasts pressing tightly into your back. The only thing keeping you from turning around and requiting the embrace is your commitment to hiding that dumb grin you’re wearing.

She reaches her hands in front of you, cups them and collects a handful of water. “Are you clean?”

You let yourself laugh. “Still getting there.”

She splashes the water against your stomach, gathering between her fingers the soap you’d lathered across it. Her fingers splay over the muscles of your chest as she admires the shape of your body. You feel as Eunbi’s lips drag along your back, not quite ever forming the kisses you craved.

“You know…” Eunbi’s voice surrounds you, echoing off the shower tiles. “Before everyone’s lives got hectic and busy, us girls—we’d often get together and chat. Any idea what we’d talk about?”

“Why would I?”

“Because you’re clever.” Eunbi nestles her nose into your shoulder. “School, clothes, music— boys.”

You knew very well what she was talking about. The content of those conversations filled your dreams and nightmares all the same. You let out a nervous hum as you shift your weight between your feet.

“Oh yeah?” you ask, more than contented to play dumb.

Eunbi draws circles over the muscles of your stomach as she plants a soft kiss into your shoulder. “For years… I listened to them talk about you.”

You swallow hard, finding the sharp drain grate of the shower an unwelcome companion for the bottom of your foot.

“First it was Minju, then it was Hyewon— and Sakura,”Eunbi says, running her hands along your chest, “you know how much of a gossip she can be.”

An anxious chuckle betrays you. “Hear any good stories?”

“Well… a lot of complaints actually. Valentine’s, birthdays, anniversaries…” Eunbi pushes her hips into yours, the sharp corner of her pelvic bone reaching into the cushion of your butt. “You always were rather inconsiderate—or forgetful, maybe both.”

You try to interject, “well it wasn’t always clear—”

“You know what’s interesting though?” Eunbi plants a trail of kisses down the nape of your neck. Her hands sliding along your sides and across your thighs, she wraps herself around you. “They would all wax lyrical— about this.”

As fast as they are gentle, Eunbi’s slender fingers find their way around your cock. She pulls your sensitive skin taut in one hand, and strokes you leisurely in the other.

The unremitting buzz of the shower head, pouring hot water onto your chest, is cut by the groan that heaves from deep inside your lungs. Eunbi had just dragged a whole host of bittersweet memories right in front of your nose. In any other context, reminiscing over any one of those old flames would be enough to ruin an entire day. But your thoughts are only able to concern themselves with the woman at your back, holding you delicately in her fingers—and Eunbi knows it.

You can feel her soft lips as they graze along the ridge of your spine, finding their way across its bony divots. Effortlessly she stirs your cock firm and upright, her thumb teasing across its tip.

“For years.” She again finds her cheek against your shoulder.

You reach your hands behind you, holding onto Eunbi’s thighs as you melt in her embrace. The two of you stand nearly motionless beyond your fingers pressing into the smooth skin of her legs and hers around you. Only the sound of water falling to the floor fills the moment.

You turn slowly. The water turns to steam along your neck, along your shoulders and back as you shield Eunbi from it. Short-lived is the departure of her hands on your cock—immediately finding their way back to your aching length, teasing, caressing, stroking, pumping.

Eunbi’s half-lidded eyes linger and slowly dip. Her teeth worry gently at the swell of her lower lip. The tilt of her head mirrors opposite of yours. You’d only seen it a handful of times, and never before today, but you’d have been a fool not to recognize the expression that sits on Eunbi’s face, demanding your kiss.

Once, twice, three times you find her lips with yours before lifting your chin and grabbing the bottle of coconut shampoo from the wooden shower caddie beside you. “Still gotta get this mess out of my hair sweetheart…”

Eunbi’s eyes dart between yours, frustrated at first, and then slowly calming into their usual soft, beguiling selves. She smiles, punctuating her words with kisses down your chest. “Please. Do take your time.”

Her knees bend, her shoulders sink, and in no timid effort, She breathes you in. Her hand firmly at its base, Eunbi’s mouth ventures along your length. Its heat, softness, wetness—that tongue— it overwhelms you. Your only lament is that you’d need to brave the shampoo just above your eyes to see it.

But you can hear it. And you can certainly feel it. Eunbi’s lips seal themselves noisily around your throbbing length. Your breathing tightens and your heart races. Her hand slides along your shaft, picking up in between her fingers water and spit alike. The slick mixture around you, her grip tightening, loosening, tightening again, Eunbi delivers pleasure exquisite.

“ Mnph.” The sound coming from her throat echos around the shower, now chalk full of steam. Reaching a point of difficulty as she swallows you, she redoubles her efforts. Her tongue teases and darts under your sensitive tip. Her mouth twists around your throbbing cock, and her fingers, eager to please, follow along with it.

“Shit—that feels so good,” you hiss.

Eunbi pulls you out of her mouth, holding your length delicately between her finger tips and caressing your thighs.

“This feels good too doesn’t it?” She leads her tender lips, pressed firmly against your cock, from its tip to base. You can feel her nose tickle the soft underbelly of your shaft as her tongue massages and teases your balls.

“ Fuck,” you curse, lathering the soap in your hands

“But maybe—you like it more here, right?” Eunbi’s fingers grip tightly around the head of your cock. The tiny, minute, and dangerously fast motions of her wrist draw a heavy breath into your chest, sucked sharply past your teeth. “ Oh yeah. He likes it here.”

You run your fingers through your wet hair, scratching and rubbing that shampoo into your scalp as your knees struggle not to buckle and collapse. You lean back, the water pooling in your bangs, and it takes significant effort to not fall back head over heels.

“ Mnnnph… ” She hums as the heat of her mouth finds you again. Eunbi’s fingers fan out along your hips and her mouth pushes slowly down your length, her lips nearly kissing your crotch. Her head nods gently as she tries to take you— all of you. It sends your voice reeling through a needy groan, the sound of water splashing to the floor around you.

“Eunbi— fuck.” Your teeth grit. Your eyes clench tight. You can hear the tension building in your ears. And for christ’s sake you can feel the shampoo hovering in your brows, ready to blind you. You aren’t going to let Eunbi make you cum and not even be around to see it. You take a step back, your cock popping from her mouth, a strand of saliva glistening along with it.

“You—are fucking good at that,” you say between ragged breaths, wiping at your brow with the backs of your forearms. Your hands over your shoulder, you turn slightly to rinse the shampoo from between your fingers.

Eunbi shoots you a mischievous smile, fingernail between her teeth.“I’d hate to think I listened to Sakura drone on and on about how she’d get you off for nothing.”

“She always was… passionate.”

“Yeah. I heard.” Eunbi sinks onto her knees, her perfect smile beaming up at you. She runs her fingers through her hair, now wetting into dark, thick bundles. “I don’t know if I can take you like she could though—or at least how she described it.”

At this point, you’re too damn wound up to feel embarrassed.

Eunbi’s voice lilts as she taps a finger to her chin, “But I can’t remember…”

She shuffles her weight forward, hands at her ribs, pressing her flushed, burgeoning breasts together into an impossibly inviting cleavage. You can feel your eyes dilating at the sight.

Eunbi’s grin stretches from ear to ear. “What do you think? Do you think any of those girls might’ve ever mentioned anything about fucking you with their tits?”

“I don’t think they did,” you mutter under your breath, entirely transfixed on the image of Eunbi squashing her ample breasts between her hands.

“Well in that case…” Eunbi smirks and nods over your shoulder. “Grab the conditioner behind you. Pink bottle.”

Eunbi was absolutely stunning. And it wasn’t as though it were some well-guarded secret. Cute, sexy, elegant all bundled into one breathtaking package—there’s no reason why Eunbi wouldn’t know it just as well as you. This cramped shower, hot water beating on your back, it made for the world’s most wonderful stage. And with the confidence and gravitas that only a beauty of her caliber might possess, Eunbi knew how to perform.

Eunbi watches your eyes closely, fixated hopelessly on her fingers, lathering the conditioner all over her chest. Her breasts become sleek and glisten as her fingers work the slick lumps of gel into her skin.

“Tell me.” Eunbi’s eyes pull you into hers. “Do you like my tits?”

You let a single, effortless laugh. “Fuck me, who wouldn’t?”

“How do you think you’ll like your cock between them?”

Instinctively, and certainly without instruction, you find yourself bending at the knees.

Tucking her chin into her chest, she raises herself up to your waist and envelops you. You’d always known Eunbi was well endowed. Flustering yourself as you watched her run in a loose fitting tank top; stealing a glance down the collar of a shirt; the summer all your friends practically lived out of Chaewon’s backyard pool; you’d always known. But you’d never imagined that it would be your cock—not a necklace or a button—staring back at you from between this magnificent pair.

Eunbi’s smile couldn’t be any larger, her eyes any wider, while she watches you writhe between her. She cups and lifts herself around you, caressing and stroking your length, all while keeping her gaze painfully on you.

“Fucking hell, Eunbi. I’ve never—” you shudder, your words lost in pleasure.

“Never? Really?” Her voice feigns a certain innocence, teasing you, “Then—do you like it… fast?” She hurriedly moves her slick breasts around your length, reveling in the lewd noises of the makeshift lubricant slipping and squelching around you. “Or maybe… you prefer it really slow.” Her elbows swing to the sides, pressing her cleavage tight around you. It creates a warmth, a tightness, a bliss that you’d only ever figured you’d find between her legs.

“So fucking good,” you release over the top of a wistful sigh, slowly bucking your hips into her immaculate cleavage.

“ What if I stick out my tongue like this?”

It’s too much. You were on puppet strings in her hands, her breasts. She could ask you to walk into traffic and you’d at least consider it. Jerking, tugging, pulling, Eunbi hardly allows for any rest in her assault. You’d already been close to losing yourself in her mouth moments ago and you feel that urge to hold your breath and close your eyes once more flood your thoughts.

“Tell me—when—you’re going to cum,” Eunbi says between quiet hums and pitched moans of her own, focused heavily on everything happening between her hands, “ I want to swallow it.”

Jesus-mother-cunting-christ. She might as well have just asked for it then and there. You push out a single breath, nearly panting as the word travels on it. “ Yeah.”

Eunbi looks up from her breasts, slightly bewildered. “Yeah? Yeah what?”

You nod your head, lips pursed, struggling for breaths.

Needing a moment to realize what she’d done—what she was capable of—she gives you a blank stare, eyebrows twisting like question marks. She’s just too damn cute. Lord knows the idea of letting yourself release onto her tongue and down her throat was appealing as all hell, but you aren’t going to make it.

At the bottom of her stroke, your cock drowning in the soft, heavy mounds around it, you finally let go. You pump yourself into her chest, each throbbing pulse of cum joining the sloppy mixture of liquids between her breasts. Your hips buck and your knees wobble. Holding herself still tightly around you, Eunbi doesn’t even realize it. She’d brought you to your orgasm without even realizing it. Truly, how fitting.

Eunbi, watching you wither and crumple, looks back into her breasts, only now realizing what she’d made you do. “This—this… Oh. Oh. Oh!”

She takes you again into her mouth, sucking and pulling at whatever you have left—as if most of your load wasn’t already between her tits, splashing to the floor and down the drain.

“Eunbi.” You begin to rouse yourself back into reality.

She makes no effort to stop. Her cheeks hollow as she works mercilessly at your tip. It feels incredible, just as it had before, right up until the point it starts to ache.

“Ack! Eunbi— please!” You shuffle backward clumsily, practically dragging her across the tile floor with you.

Her mouth finally leaves your sensitive cock with a loud pop and her eyes shoot you a look most mischievous. She stands, fitting perfectly in your arms and starts to laugh.

Your hands wrap around her waist. “ Good god. You’re gonna kill me.”

“I would never.” Placing kisses into your collarbone, Eunbi reaches her hands under your shoulders and finds a place to clean up in the water behind you.

Rubbing on Eunbi’s slippery breasts, your chest heaves as you catch your breath. Laughing into the woman entangled in your arms, with your noses nearly touching, she gives you a single, loud, smacking kiss, swift and efficient. Her fingers wrap gently around your poor length while she pulls stubborn strands of hair out of her face.

“You know you’re still very hard?”

Always a blessing and a curse. You reach your hand onto the back of your neck as you try to come up with a good way to phrase your candor.

“It’s what you do to me—if I’m honest.”

“Well, if that’s the case.” Eunbi’s arms wrap around your shoulders, her face coming close enough to feel her breath on your lips. “I like honest.”

Before she can kiss you, you reach your hand down between Eunbi’s thighs and find her swollen bud with the pad of your fingertip. The wetness you feel with your hand could be from anything at this point, but you’d reckon the coarse, punched out breath that leaves her open mouth was as sure a sign as any.

“Looks like—you’re every bit as honest as I am Eunbi.”

Another groan, needy and obscene, leaks from her lips as you drag the length of your finger between her folds, taunting her aching entrance with the firmness of your fingers. Her dark, round eyes clench shut.

“It feels r-really—” she gasps and slowly turns the pained look on her face into a smile. “—really good.”

You twist your wrist, your hand gliding, your fingers reaching. The skin at your touch swells and aches. And with your fingertips, you tease Eunbi’s entrance, the shallow depths of her warmth.

“ Fuck.” The word barely makes its way into a whisper. Eunbi bites gently onto the corner of her lip and rests her eyes in yours—her expression full of need.

You tease your thumb—its flat, unforgiving pad—all across her entrance. “Should I go… deeper?”

You can see Eunbi’s mouth open for a moment, only before closing again. Her silent response becomes the fingers she reaches around your cock, pumping you leisurely between your stomachs. Her hips start to fidget and roll against you, finding everything they demand on the shape of your fingertips. You feel her thumb, teasing the tip of your cock, coax a sheen of pre-cum into her fingers.

Reaching your hand behind her, you pull her close. The soft, pliable skin of her ass fills between your fingers. She yelps as you press her into you. Slowly, Eunbi lifts a leg—the long limb becoming wrapped and entangled around the back of your thigh. In a quiet movement, she pulls your hand away from her slicked entrance, shoulders shuddering as it leaves her aching mound.

A look of pure, unbridled desire sets across Eunbi’s face, her long lashes barely masking the lust in her eyes. Her voice quivers, “I want you— in me.”

Your knees bend and Eunbi’s toes curl as she lifts herself up onto the balls of her feet. And in a single, reprehensibly brief moment, she surrounds you.

Eunbi gasps, her eyes shut tight. She wraps her arms around you, falling backward until her shoulders rest against the cold tiles of the shower wall.

It takes you but a moment, your frenzied thoughts rushing to find themselves at her side. Your words nearly trip over themselves, asking, “Are you okay?”

She tucks her lips in, nodding through the pain, the pleasure. The long, unsteady breath you both draw rips from your rigid anticipation. Exhaling through puckered lips, Eunbi’s chest relaxes first, the tension evaporating into the steam above your shoulders.

Gently, you rock your hips—the unspeakable warmth enveloping around you. Your forehead against hers, you feel her breaths, punched and tight, roll past your nose and onto your cheeks.

“ Eunbi.” Her name spills from your lips uncontrollably.

She whines. She mewls. And her eyes open. Your own reflection greeting you in those dark pools.

“Kiss me. Please.”

Beneath the shower head, a silver cloud of hot, steaming rain, you feel joy. The water beating at your back wraps you in a cocoon of warmth. The embrace around you, pulling you tight, cradles your bruised and swollen heart. It’s her, it’s always been her, it’s Eunbi—who forever seemed impossibly out of reach—she’s close. She’s so incredibly close. And it’s everything.

Your hips buck and your legs flex. Eunbi’s urgent need to find the back of your mouth with her tongue is betrayed by the indecent moan she lets resound between the shower walls. You set onto a dangerous rhythm, your hips crashing wildly into hers.

“ yes—yes—yes.” Eunbi’s voice hides beneath her breath as her eyebrows twist, bewildered and astonished at the pleasure you brew between her legs. She runs her lips along your neck, under the skin of your jaw, tickling your cheeks and finding your ear. A stream of curses tickles your thoughts and your name on her lips becomes a prayer.

How many times have you heard your own name—not knowing it could sound like this?

You drive yourself into that wet, inviting heat again and again. With your weight against her, she starts to slip, sliding down the wall behind her. Your hands reach beneath her, and in an elaborate yet clumsy motion, you scoop her knees over your forearms and she clings tight around your neck. Your body flush against Eunbi, and hers pinned to the tile in front of you, your hips beat against the flush skin on the backs of her thighs.

Eunbi turns her face to the side, gasping for breath. “ Fuck!—you are so deep!—so fucking deep!”

She struggles to keep up with you, her frantic, pitiful kisses falling off your lips, your cheeks, your chin. Each stroke into the staggeringly-tight depths of her pussy engulfs your cock in such perfect, overwhelming warmth. The way she takes you, the way she completes you—it’s beyond magical, it’s divine.

“Please, please —please don’t stop.” Eunbi’s fingernails dig into your back, searching desperately for release. Her breaths, coming in fits and starts, fill the air between you.“Please— more —give it to me!”

Your face flush, your arms burning, sweat beading and disappearing amidst the steam, you press your fingers into her firm ass, stretching her wide for your motion. There’s no comparison—every girl you’d ever known, every girl you’d ever kissed, every girl you’d ever loved—they would never be her.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck! You’re going to make me— ”

Eunbi’s face freezes, anguished and caught on a mute note of stupefying emotion. Her head snaps backward, her muscles tense, her feet dig into your thighs, and she quivers in your arms. She pulls you into her, into an impossible tightness—a closeness only you two could share.

“Eunbi—” you moan through gritted teeth as if she was in any state to hear you out.

Her name is all that can venture off your tongue as you let the sensations flood through you. You rest your weary face into the soft skin on her neck as the walls come down around you.

A final stroke, deep and unrelenting, into the desperate grasp of Eunbi’s clenching cunt immediately draws your fate. She quivers and trembles around the eruptions of hot cum you send deep into her body. You quickly feel it pool and fill around your aching shaft. Once unshackled by the silent crescendo of her release, Eunbi pushes lungfuls of lustful air past your ears.

There is hardly a calm in the world that compares to holding the woman you love in your arms. You’d stand here under the incessant hum of the shower head for eternity if your knees would allow it. But under your weight, under her weight, you feel your strength quickly wane.

Your amorous embrace, as perfect as it is, collapses. Your entanglement, your limbs hazarded in one other, lands fatigued in the puddles at your feet.

Eunbi wiggles herself to somewhere half-way comfortable, stroking her fingers through your hair. “ Fuck me— I never imagined it like that.”

Your breath still ragged and exasperated, you pant hard. You splash your hand in one of the pools of water on the floor next to you. “Yeah—I guessed it might be steamy, but—”

Eunbi pulls your face against hers, depriving you of that opportunity to make her eyes roll.

Tightly she holds you, your kiss filling holes in your heart. She will always take your breath away, steal your words when your eyes meet—but right now—she’s yours.

Eunbi parts her lips from you, and her eyes search for everything she needs inside yours. “ C’mon. It doesn’t count if we don’t do it in a bed.”

—

A shoe. Your pants. Her underwear. Eunbi tosses everything into the laundry basket under her arm as she moves about the apartment in a huff.

She lets out a groan as she checks her watch.

“Fuck me—she’s going to be here any minute.” She rushes into the laundry room, her voice trailing with her. “I told you to set an alarm.”

You feel a little guilty.

You’d kept her up late—you’d kept each other up late—but you’re the one sitting just sipping coffee, without a care in the world.

“Can you try and look at least a little presentable? Or go hide in the closet or something?”

You run your fingers through your hair, hardly addressing the bedhead you’d woken up with. You give a hopeless shrug as you return the coffee mug to your lips.

“ Whatever. Just don’t say anything weird—maybe—maybe, just don’t say anything.”

The sun creeps through the windows of her apartment, filling the room with a golden glow. Eunbi draws the curtains and bathes the room in bright light. You wince as it hits your eyes, slowly adjusting to greet the morning.

A knock at the door grabs both of your attention, and Eunbi gives you one final anxious look of here we go before shuffling to answer it.

A woman, tall and callous—her manager presumably—enters the kitchen, a binder under her arms and her phone in her hand. She looks at you, eyebrow perking and back to Eunbi.

“Who’s this?” she asks, hardly looking past the screen of her phone.

Eunbi holds her thought for a moment, a visible flush on her cheeks. “—A friend.”

The admission is honest, but your foolish heart finds it a little distant nonetheless.

“A friend?” The woman turns on her heel and hovers next to the kitchen table. Her imposing nature is hardly helped by the fact you’re sitting in your underpants. She gives you the world’s most disingenuous smile. “Well then. Mr. Friend. Here are the rules. First off, nothing—and I mean nothing— in public.”

You certainly can’t imagine she’d be thrilled about you making out in a park—however brief.

“Two,” she says, increasing the count on her fingers, “no love marks, hickies, bruises—what have you—where a camera might see them.”

Over her shoulder you can see Eunbi hiding her face in her hands, practically dying of embarrassment, an uncharacteristic shade of red filling out her face.

“—And I swear to god, if you get this girl pregnant—You’ll be dead faster than you can say plan B.”

Your words well in your throat. It was like you were seventeen again, getting a stern talking to from your girlfriend’s parents. “Y-Yes. Yes mam.”

Eunbi’s voice, mortified, squeaks out from beneath her hands. “Don’t call her mam.”

Her manager eyes you over one last time before turning to Eunbi. She whispers at a volume intended for you. “Just remember you’re playing with fire—now go finish getting ready. You’ve got a schedule that starts in an hour.”

Eunbi gathers her wits, brushes herself off and marches into the bathroom. The gray tiles peeking through the open door effortlessly tease your memory.

Feeling your skin start to crawl, you sip your coffee again. It’s possibly the only thing normal about the scene in her kitchen.

The manager dumps her belongings on the kitchen table and sends her hands to her hips, her cool gaze fixed on you. “Whatever you do—don’t you dare break that girl’s heart. She’s a good soul.”

Your smile hides behind the cup of coffee. You wouldn’t think of it.

3 years ago on September 16, 2022 at 5:28 am

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