“Please pardon my intrusion...”
As Nami pulled me into their front door, I couldn’t help but mutter that just to give respect to the owner of the house.
After a short date in that shopping district where we just spent time with each other window shopping and eating something to fill our bellies, the bus trip to their neighborhood went smoothly.
Naturally, we didn’t repeat what happened last Sunday. The bus was still half-filled with passengers. We would definitely be caught if we became frisky and even more intimate with each other on public property.
Well, we reflected on the previous instance and Nami definitely felt the embarrassment.
Despite her confident approach that night, the shame from doing all those only caught her recently. Every time she would remember that, she admitted