Twenty-seven minutes until death.
Ryoko brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. Her smile was so warm, it was like standing in the sun in the middle of summer. All the kissing had unraveled her tie and wrinkled her shirt, but she didn’t seem to care. Neither did I.
“You’re beautiful.” I traced a finger down her arm, following the pattern of her scales. “Is this normal? Usually they only come out when you’re in the sun.”
“You’ve noticed my scales?”
I chuckled. “I’ve noticed a lot of things about you.”
“Like what?”
“I’m not telling you,” I teased, pressing another kiss on her lips. “I’ll sound like a stalker.”
“You’re not.” Her lips were curled up in a carefree smile, one that she never showed in public. “Come on, I want to hear.”
“Nope!”
“Ylvaaa.”
I brought my lips to my mouth and
