"Isn't it funny?" Sowon asked between the butterfly kisses she was spreading across SinB's bare stomach. "How we are nothing but lost souls that always end up crawling in the same bed? We're the rendez-vous everyone whispers about in the dorms when the lights are out." The younger girl sinked Sowon's words in her mind, but didn't move, her gaze still focused on the plain golden painted ceiling. She wetted her lips, trying to find an answer, or maybe to shush the answers she had. "We're the childhood kisses," Sowon continued, her lips now meeting SinB's collarbone, "the ripped pages of a diary, the fatal mistake on our midterm, the lipstick stain on the school's uniform, the hickey in your neck you can barely hide with your messy hair..." Sowon sighed, her hot breath hitting SinB in the neck. 

"I hate it when you talk like that," SinB sighed and took her eyes off of the ceiling, only to meet Sowon's chocolate ones and for a brief moment, one of those moments that Sowon had learned to cherish and adore, her cold glare melted under the older girl's soft look and maybe a small genuine smile curved on her lips. "I have to go," SinB said suddenly breaking the gaze, shaking her head and getting up, buttoning her school uniform. 

"Of course."

"I have a date." 

"Of course." 

"J