Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ*:.:..:...VALERIA'S P.O.V...:..:..:*Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
He’s sprawled across my lap like a cat—one of those regal, aloof creatures you’re too scared to disturb. You don’t dare move, don’t even think about breathing wrong, lest they bolt. That’s exactly how I feel with Kaito’s head resting on my thigh. My fingers thread carefully through his hair, hesitant yet eager, like I’m handling something precious and fragile. The sensation of his silky strands beneath my fingertips sends a giddy flutter through my chest. I can’t help but smile, though I’m sure I look like an i***t.
Does he think I’m weird? Probably. Let’s be real—I am weird. But I really don’t want him to think that. Not in a bad way, at least.
I’ve never been good at reeling myself in, and right now, I’m buzzing with excitement. No
