ENG - My best friend's sister ᵐᶦᵏᵉʸ ˣ ᵒᶜ

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When I release the kiss, we look into each other's eyes for a brief moment until I begin to speak: "I'm going to tell you something now, and I'm only going to say it once, so listen carefully.
Gently I stroke her reddened cheek with my thumbs, probably due to the mixture of alcohol and her troubled emotions. Her eyes reflect fear, confusion and hope. She nods slightly and replies, "Okay, I'll listen!" She looks at me with wide eyes and is completely focused on listening carefully. As I look at her, I can feel my heart beating faster and can only smile at the sight of her.
"Mei...", I whisper softly, "...you're beautiful in my eyes and I've never met anyone like you before. From the beginning, there was something about you that captivated me, even though I thought you were strange at first."
I gently brush a strand from her face before continuing, "Honestly, I still think you're weird, but damn, I fell so in love with you, weird creature."
Tears gather in her eyes again and she even forgets to blink, so focused is she on looking at me. But as those words leave my lips, her eyes widen. A soft smile creeps onto my lips as I continue to tenderly stroke her cheek. Then she breaks the silence and asks in a voice full of vulnerability, "What?"

I take a deep breath and let my gaze slide over her face before continuing in a low voice, "There are countless little things about you that I fall in love with. Your laugh that leaves your lips far too rarely, but when you laugh it is the most beautiful sound to me. Your fascination when you look at inconspicuous things as if they were the most beautiful thing in the world - be it a terrible bad horror movie or an ordinary shell on the beach, of which there are millions. And that's exactly how I feel: you are the most beautiful woman to me, not only on the outside, but with your whole personality. I love everything about you - your size, your hair, your skin, your smell, even your dainty ears and your much too small fingers. Even your fascination with watching insects and not being afraid to pick them up. Even your small breasts and dainty butt have an irresistible attraction to me, they are a part of you that perfectly matches your essence. I want nothing more than to touch them constantly. I've never met anyone as beautiful as you in my life. And maybe it's the very thing you don't like about yourself that draws my attention so strongly to you."

I pause for a brief moment to wait for her reaction. She listens intently and I watch as tears roll down her cheeks. But at the same time, a gentle smile appears on her face as she says softly, almost playfully, "Pervert."
A smirk plays on my lips as I continue, "And yes, you definitely cry too often, but that's exactly one of the many reasons why I love you so much. You don't hide your feelings and you show your vulnerability in an adorable way. When something makes you uncomfortable, your face runs red. You are shy, but that doesn't stop you from being cheeky sometimes. You insult me as an idiot and a pervert or say I'm annoying when you're at a loss for words. You're weak, but you're not afraid to throw punches. I love to tease you or how you bite your lip when you're thinking or concentrating. And you watch too many movies and shows that give you unrealistic ideas about life."
A hint of silence settles between us as I pause for a moment and reach for her hand, my gaze steadily fixed on her.
"That night, I didn't kiss you to show you how defenseless you are. To be honest, I did it because I wanted to - and still want to. I want to kiss you, touch you, and never let go. And believe me, it's damn hard for me to resist that temptation." I pause again as I continue to look into her big eyes.
"Then just kiss me," she breathes softly.
"Believe me, I'd love nothing more than that," I whisper, my words barely audible as I can't take my eyes from hers.
Her breath catches as she breathes again, "Then do it."

With each word she approaches me a tiny step, her lips only a few millimeters away from mine. My hand glides to the nape of her neck and my fingers gently roam over her skin. I feel her warm breath on my face as I slowly lean forward. I bridge the last few millimeters between us and my lips find their way to her tantalizing lips that welcome me like sweet temptation. Although it's not our first kiss, each time it feels like a thousand butterflies are flying wildly in my stomach. An insane tingling sensation runs through my body as our lips unite, each touch igniting an indescribable warmth, of which the alcohol is not entirely innocent.
I feel her tender lips and the light pressure they shyly exert as we slowly move back and forth. My hands move from her neck to her face, framing it lovingly. I let my tongue gently graze her lips and she opens them slightly. A tingle runs through my body as our tongues gently entwine and begin a dance. She moves her tongue shyly - inexperienced, as if she has no experience at all. Every gentle pressure, every careful touch keeps me caught up in her shyness and it almost drives me crazy.

When we finally separate our lips, due to lack of oxygen, our eyes meet again. At that moment, there is only silence between us as we return our breathing to normal. After a moment of silence, I dare to speak again, "Oh yes, and I'm damn jealous of Baji. It almost makes me burst with jealousy every time I see how you talk to each other, how he hugs you, calls you 'sweet' and how familiar you are with each other."
A soft sniffle escapes her, followed by a barely suppressed laugh. Her laughter infects me, and I can't help but smirk as I continue, "Mei," I whisper softly, stroking her cheek with my thumbs.
"I'll be honest with you, I'm terribly in love with you. You make me laugh, you make me feel special, and I really enjoy every second I spend with you. But I'm... I'm also scared. I don't want you to get hurt because of me. My reputation isn't the best, and I have countless enemies just waiting to do me harm. When those guys beat you up like that, I almost killed them for causing you pain. I can't even imagine how far I would go if you were actually 'my friend' and someone even dared to look at you askance. I already feel the urge to keep everyone away from you because I don't want anyone to get too close."
"Then just beat them up," she retorts in a brittle voice, and I have to laugh at that, shaking my head slightly.
"I already did that extensively at the party because they were gawking at you, because no one is allowed to get too close to you or kiss you... or touch you... except me," as I say this I let my left hand wander down her sides and rest on her waist.
"You're so different from everyone else...", I continue, "...you're weird and damn, you've wormed your way into my heart without me even realizing it." I sigh softly and gently wipe the tears from her cheeks that begin to flow again.
"If we weren't drunk and you were sober, I could never muster the courage to confess all these embarrassing things to you. Only now, at this moment, I can, because tomorrow you will have forgotten everything anyway," I say.
"I won't forget!" she then suddenly says, and I just smile.
"Yes, you will. You've never drunk alcohol before, let alone in such quantities. You'll have the worst first hangover of your life and black out. You'll forget all about this," I explain as I brush a strand of hair from her face and we just look at each other.

"Mikey..." she breathes softly, averting her gaze from me.
"I'm gonna puke," she brings out in a shaky voice and quickly stumbles to the nearest trash can to throw up in.
"Come on, it wasn't that corny," I joke, following her to keep her hair out of her face.

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