Goddess, Help Me!

"Why don't you live with me?"

I got that suggestion when I included the last spoon of sorbet in my mouth at the tavern counter.

- It was the first Tuesday in two weeks that he appeared as if he were someone else.

His visit time that day was a little uneven than usual, and I was called out on my way back to the office after junior class coaching, but it was the first transformation of a position when I looked back and didn't know who it was for a moment.

"I'm sorry I stopped you even though I'm at work"

I first glanced at the beautiful line of its neck muscles, which I let check the front and rear of the aisle.

My length bends slightly to match my low back looking up with Pocan.

A disappointing physique that shows muscle stiffness even from above the clothes. Sunburned faces and strangely compelling eyes. I had the impression that he seemed more calm, but was this man such a stern face?

We'll be stuck together for a few seconds. He was the one who missed his gaze first.

The sharp gaze of the carnivore toward his prey softened as if it were illuminated. My ears stain red with jitters next to my oblique face. My heart bounced heavily at just this change in expression.

From there, the thrill never stops. I can't see his face straight for some reason.

My face, which leaned over, would surely have turned red, too.

I was totally swallowed by their atmosphere. I was fascinated in an instant, and the expression may be closer.

I've never been more aware of him, even though we've had conversations before that were so short. And yet I wonder... there was me who was rapidly beginning to recognize him as "one heterosexual". It is close to a miracle that 'I want you to go out with me' and I was answered 'by a friend'.

I introduced myself again and broke up that day as it was. Maybe the time we actually had a conversation was about a minute.

His spaciousness and success in his back, leaving without using the gym area, burned into his eyes and couldn't leave.

... Yes. I was indeed confessed, but I have not returned Jesus' reply.

But by the time I realized it - the outer moat was all buried.

A few times they make skinships that have gone too far for friends when there are third parties. It's not like I'm touching you directly. For example, you whisper in your ear, or a trick like trying to stroke your head, or... I don't know, a lot of words and actions like I'm poised to be thrilled and suspicious of behavior.

It's this dialogue from him at a time when you look at him like that and you assume we're dating.

'We're already dating...?

It's only light, but only in a slightly disturbing voice.

If I denied it, I'd say 'bad, I was mistaken' or something and sarcastically flush myself away, that's what he looked like past my brain. I guess I'll just have to say 'yeah' -!

You have a bit of a fit... at this point I was already in love, so I have no problem at all.

They took it home the day I affirmed it and... regrettably, I have no problem at all!

Officially (?) Because he says he wants to go out and say, "I want to socialize," he talks about "assuming marriage" for some reason if I take him to his parents' house in a mild way. My parents are delighted and there is no gap to deny it.

I guess I'm pretty dull when I realize he's actually quite a ruse after all this time.

But there was no anger at all. As a character who can hardly move aggressively from himself, I think he's just the right person to carry things a little hard. Her mother seemed to have a similar idea, and on the day she greeted him, you said to him at the dinner table, 'This kid has a fluffy spot, so pull him off' or something...

Flush the refreshing sweetness dissolved over your tongue into the back of your throat.

"... Live?

"Sister's room is a studio, so you can rent my room or a new place. Don't you want to live with me?"

Finished accounting and remained silent on the road to his home, a few minutes walk from the tavern.

Though I had eaten, I only drank alcohol to taste it, so my thinking is not dull. But it's too abrupt to follow my head.

"... I'm not willing to deny a couple living together."

Rise into the room and sit back in position. I held my favorite sliding cushion in my arms.

A few copies of the rental property on the low table.

Looks perfect until I check it down. In a nutshell, seriousness or nothingness... it seems like him in a nutshell.

"It's my feeling. I mean, I'm married to someone."

"Then I'll send this out tomorrow."

"What?"

Two cups are placed beside the copy paper. Sitting next to him, he put a piece of paper out of his back.

I casually follow the tip of my hand with my eyes. So Bisili and I solidified.

... I've never seen the real thing before. Marital status - and filled in...

I was too surprised to lose all my alcohol at once.

Keep your eyes open. Now it's time for your brain to give up thinking.

"My current job is irregular, so I can't go suddenly even when I promise to meet you. When I got home tired, the lights were on in my room, and Xi said," Welcome back. "

Sincere voice. Serious face. He doesn't look drunk at all.

I've bothered to get this paper from the bureau, and I'm filling all my columns.

I mean it.

A slow understanding came and my throat went up and down unexpectedly.

- He seems to have transferred just before he started making out with me. I know I work for a security company now. I've dropped him off in a rush to leave the house after a sudden call, even if it's irregular on a shift job.

"Marry me."

I looked blurry at the top of his head as he bent his long legs cramped and sat down.

...... I guess the alcohol was fast paced because I was going to cut this story out tonight. I wonder if you were nervous. I wonder if he gets nervous when he tells this one word to a woman, even though he's going to hand over and fill the outer moat at a surprise position fast.

"... Phew"

All of a sudden he looks up in horror with me sitting in the front seat laughing. The anxious look made me laugh again.

I found out about him while we were dating...

I feel very fond of my personality, which is forceful, but doesn't run the important part, and listens to me properly. Although I don't usually have that much mouth count, I also really like the fact that you express your attitude that you care about me.

Marriage doesn't last long just because you like it. Student The figure of a friend who got divorced early after marriage and the figure of Miao, who seems to be building a peaceful family, go through one brain after another.

... I drink alcohol, but I don't drink deeply, and I don't smoke and gamble at all.

Serious and solid personalities seem to want stability in the future.

Thinking again this way, maybe it's a pretty good property, minus the emotional part that he likes himself......?

"Isn't the order in which you cut it out the other way?

I've thought about it since the day my parents and I were bombed out face-to-face, that one day there would be a day like this.

But I never thought they'd talk to me like this.

"... I couldn't think of a story takeover. You don't like saying 'I need to talk about something important' first, taking me to a sprinkled restaurant, and being made moody like that. I don't care if you get laid, it's good as usual."

His ears are red.

Love indulges in a wandering gaze, helplessly. I'm the only one who knows such a cute side of him who's always calmed down.

- Oh, you've come to a conclusion from the beginning.

I put the cushion aside and kneeled together.

"Regards"

"... eh"

"I'm still happy enough, though. Be happier."

"... oh, of course"

Strong tension breaks out of his stern face at the tip of his stare.

I entrusted myself to him with a gentle hug.

"But it's too steep. Surprised."

"Bad.... I need a connection for when something happens to me. I won't be contacting my lover..."

"... was it also a dangerous job?

"No..."

Clouding the conversation, he accidentally licked his ear.

"Hiccup."

"I didn't choose the ring because you'd have a preference. We'll go buy it when we wake up tomorrow."

He rolls me over the cushion I put down and laughs nicely as he stretches. Stiff attitude has already disappeared and he is what he usually is.

I smile back small at the long body I rub against and turn my arms around the body I succeed.

♪ Be happy ♪

... I wonder why.

I think I've said this to him before - Mr. Indo.

Besides... I wonder who another shadow overlapped for a moment in his appearance sitting upright -

The unwittingly raised question dissolved, however, in the warmth of the hands attached to the complexion, which disappeared out of consciousness shortly after the chase.

It's over.