Withdrawal.

I wonder if that’s what I’m going through for not having a taste of her lips.

It’s been a month or so since I’ve decided to call a break on our arrangements but still to this day Rosie hasn’t stopped with her actions. And when I say actions, I meant her gentlewomanly ways.

At nights when we’d have our movie night in the living room, I’d always end up dozing off right at the end. I could be dreaming but I’m pretty sure in between my slumber I can see the younger girl carry me to my room and tuck me in.

I feel sort of embarrassed to let her baby me like that but things like that made my chest warm for some reason.

When I hurt my foot from practicing, she’s been taking extra care of me. Carrying my crutches around and holding onto my hand when I’m hopping from one point to another. Putting an ice pack onto it when the sprain starts to throb like hell. It to be the one prone to injuries but I’d rather have me them my friends injured. That’s how much I love them.

I blush thinking of her gentle hands around my waist as she led me to places.

However now I’m all better, there’s no reason for her to embrace me right?

Well that’s what I thought but I can see right through her cheeky schemes. Rosie would “accidentally” bump our legs together under the table and she’d act like she didn’t just do it on purpose. I let the first few bumps slide but then it just gets more ridiculous to have her rub her foot against mine. Boring holes onto her face, she was innocently acting as if I didn’t know what she was doing.

Smoke coming from my ears from the embarrassment when I felt her leg rising further up north just below my knee, I glared at her fake innocence and proceed to step on her other foot. This earned me a yelp and a groan as I smiled in satisfaction as she retracted her foot. Gripping the side of the table in agony as I watched in amusement while eating my food.

“Please stop playing footsies at the table.” Jisoo said tiredly, biting into her spicy chicken.

Lisa slurped her noodles seeming clueless then was surprised at the sudden shake of the table but quickly brush it off knowing it was just our normal antics.

Other times I can recall were waist touching and cheek pinches – oh and I’m not just saying on the face but the too! She just loves making me feral now doesn’t she?

Just know the right buttons to get me to react the way she wants.

I’m embarrassed to say that i don’t disfavor…. her touches at all. As a matter of fact, I take pleasure in it all but I’m trying not to show it.

Today though, I’m filling my free days off of work to pay a visit to my mother.

Just when I thought my mind would be free of the thoughts on the girl – I thought wrongly.

I looked in bewilderment as flowers flooded the front door steps as my mother thanked the flower delivery man who placed bouquet and bouquet of flowers. Cupping my mouth as I leaned against the sofa.

Red tulips.

Apple Blossoms.

Red Carnations.

And lasty, White Da