Foreign

Chapter 25: Familiar

KAY'S POV

Darjeeling and I strolled through the streets of London at a leisurely pace. It's a wonderful thing; to be with someone you love when you're in no rush.

We'd been shopping all day for gifts. It was now Christmas eve and all the girls would arrive at our flat to exchange presents tomorrow. 

"Kay, did you remember to grab a chicken from the grocery store? I wanna show off my girlfriend's amazing cooking skills to our friends," said Darjeeling. 

"Yup," I replied. "Couldn't let such pretty girls go hungry on Christmas. 'Specially you."

The corner of her mouth stretched into a grin. "Mm.. more flirting. Lovely."

I stopped a pace ahead, turning to face her. "Let's not pretend you don't enjoy it," I cooed playfully. "You'd be angry with me if I ever let up."

She rolled her eyes, making it a point not to look at me. "Perhaps.."

A chilly breeze blew by, making her hair whip against her face. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, and I pretended not to see the drop of snot that was threatening to run down from her nostril.

I took a hand out of my pocket, placing it against her icy cheek. "This cold is really getting to you, hm?"

"A bit," she admitted. Let's get home and warm up."

"I like the sound of that," I replied, grinning like a fiend.

"Kay!" 

I chuckled before leaning in close. We kissed in the middle of the sidewalk for a second before I pushed her up against the brick wall behind us. Aftr a moment, I parted from her to catch my breath.

"Aw man, this takes me back.." I said.

"No Principal to catch us this time," she replied. "Just concerned citizens."

I looked to our left to see an old lady on a bench scowling at us and shaking her head gently. 

"I don't think I've ever seen anyone look so bitter," I remarked. Darjeeling only giggled. 

"Let's give her something to tell her husband about," I said, turning my attention back to the beautiful girl in front of me.

Darjeeling had no arguments as I once again pushed my mouth into hers, making sure my hand traveled a little bit farther South than would be acceptable.

I heard the lady's cane hit the asphalt as she abruptly stood up. I slowly peeked out of the corner of my eye to see her angrily heading in the opposite direction.

Darjeeling opened her eyes, letting out a breathy laugh. "Good job, babe. Now if you'd remove your hand from my waistband..."

"Mm. Only until we get home.."

She pushed me away playfully, picking up the bags she'd been holding before. "Pervert."

She began walking in the direction of our apartment building, and I quickly fell into step beside her.