"You are my world Y/n. There's no point of surviving if I can't breathe the same air as you."
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"Do not instigate something you cannot deal with."
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"Gentleman, I guess I'm one hell of a lucky bast@rd to have it all to own such a wonderf...
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=================================== It was a hot, sunny day when she came to learn how to ride a bike with him. He was 19, and she was just 18 back then. He remembered how innocent and bright she looked, standing there with her two ponytails bouncing with every step. Her floral skirt and pastel top fluttered in the wind, adding a playful touch to her youthful charm. Her chubby cheeks, delicate hourglass figure, siren eyes, pointy nose, and sharp jawline made her appear almost like a dream to him. But it was her innocent lips, small and sweet, that captured his attention most. Every time they parted to speak, he felt a warmth he couldn't quite explain. He watched her as she approached, carrying the excitement of their little adventure. His scooter was parked in a quiet hilly region, a place they had often visited together. A place where nobody came after 4 o'clock, a perfect spot for two introverts who found solace in each other's company.
"Did I keep you waiting long?" she asked, her voice soft and familiar.
"Not really," he replied with a smile, revving the scooter to life. "I just got here myself."
Her eyes sparkled as she watched him, her excitement barely contained. "You're always so cool." Her voice was laced with admiration, making his heart race just a little faster.
"Alright, hop on. I'll show you how to get started."
He gave her careful instructions, explaining every little detail about balancing and handling the scooter. She took it all in with a serious expression, even jotting down notes in her small diary. Her dedication was admirable, and he couldn't help but smile at how seriously she was taking this. There was something about her, something that made his chest tighten in ways he couldn't quite explain. After a while, he helped her balance the scooter as they began their ride together. Her small, delicate hands gripped the handles, and his arms wrapped around her to make sure she was steady. The warmth of her back pressed against him, her sweet fruity scent filling the air. The way her breath hitched as she tried to focus made him want to hold her even closer, to shield her from any possible harm.
"Okay, I'm ready to try on my own," she said after an hour of practice, excitement bubbling in her voice.
He reluctantly let her take control, watching as she maneuvered the scooter with shaky confidence. She wobbled at first but quickly found her balance, her laughter filling the air as she successfully made a turn. Seeing her happiness, he felt something strange stir inside him. His heart raced as she leaned back slightly, her body now pressed more firmly against his. He felt her soft form nestled against his chest, her warmth seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt. It was impossible to ignore the way her back fitted so perfectly into him, the scent of her hair, the way her breathing grew uneven. At that moment, everything else disappeared. There was only her, the girl who had unknowingly stolen his heart long ago.
"Are we leaving soon?"
She questions, her voice breaking the trance he had fallen into.His throat felt tight, and his body ached with feelings he didn't fully understand. The slightest movement of her body against his sent ripples through him, and he felt heat rising in his cheeks.
