“SARA’S POV”

It feels nice. So freaking nice. His hands are so warm and soft like little pillows  to grab and nothing is compared to the feeling that it gives. He never lets go even though we stopped for a bite in a street food store. He even fed me for heaven’s sake and you can’t just imagine how I am giggling inside and blushing all over and I know, he is liking it…oh he does so, much that he keeps on teasing me.

“You just can’t stop turning red are you?”

“It’s just the cold breeze”

“No it’s not. I can’t believe you are so into me, sweetheart”

“I am not, maybe you are”

“Hell I am” I blushed “and you blushed again.”

“Stop it”

“I like it” he shyly smiles at me, oh it’s adorable

“I know you like teasing me so much, okay?”

“No not that, I like seeing you blush because of me. I like that your heart is racing so fast because of me. I like how you look at me. Knowing somebody else is eyeing on you makes me so furious because you are mine and I don’t want others touching what is mine” Oh the possessive bastard

I just looked at him and caressed his face. He maybe a jerk sometimes or a pain in the but damn, who wouldn’t forgive him if he say these kinds of words and well of course the fact that he is smoking hot

“Hey,” I said

“Yeah?” I caressed my thumb on his cheeks and he leaned in. He is so affectionate

“I promise, I won’t entertain other guys when were together okay. Whatever the hell this is or what you call this stage of our friendship slash relationship, I will be just yours”

“Good to hear that, sweetheart”

“Should we head back now? We got a big day tomorrow. Will you wait for me and watch me at practice?”

“Sure. I’ll be there but don’t expect me to squeal like a retarded seal when you run to the bases cause every time I’m there, squeal seal team is shouting and believe me I just wanted to crumple a paper and shove it down their throats”

“Okay baby, Just look at me then” He briefly kissed my lips and we head back home

**

We both managed to adjust with each other’s presence. Sometimes I still feel a little shocked when the television in the living room is still open around eleven pm. I still get surprised when there’s bacon cooking in the kitchen but now, we are so used to each other. There are some things I like about living with Onew that I can’t do when Minho is around. Well, of course the obvious skin ship and all. I literally feel like a princess cause Minho is always making me do stuffs. I can talk about some certain things to Onew during late nights and I love it. He is not a bad house mate after all.

It is our first weekend alone in this house and when I woke up, he was not anywhere inside the house. I was so early in the morning and I needed my caffeine cause my mind won’t really work. I sat on the sofa in the living room and watched some early News, I guess. I checked the time and its still 6:30. Why the hell am I up this early?

I went upstairs to get my phone and Minho just beeped me.

“How’s my li