I Will Kill Him

Ryan expected Rose to scold him again. After all, the very reason why they escaped to her room was to be away from her parents' prying eyes. They still needed to piece a realistic love story and iron out more details about themselves and their relationship before her mother starts asking questions. Heading down there right now was akin to going to war without a weapon, simply seeking death.

However, the beautiful girl stood in front of him quietly, looking at his face while deep in thought. He did not rush her. To give her time for a comeback, he sat down on her bed while keeping her soft hand in his, not wanting to give up the simple pleasure of holding hands with his girlfriend.

All these started because she needed someone to be her pretend boyfriend for a few days, yet now, it struck her that this guy wanted to be her real boyfriend instead. It wasn't like there was a big reason not to accept him—Ryan was nice and attractive and easy to talk with. Those traits were naturally exactly what she wanted in a guy. His bouts of intimacy made her incredibly flustered and embarrassed, but in fact, deep down, she enjoyed them. Plus, if they were to become a real couple, it would be easier to convince her parents to lay off her case and it would keep him safe from her father as well.

However, for this to become real, it was too sudden. They had just met barely an hour ago. Wouldn't this make their relationship complicated?

"So, you want to act like my real boyfriend?" Rose asked tentatively. She had to make sure there would be no miscommunication between them. "Do you mean like… just in front of my parents or full time?"

Ryan smiled and grabbed her other hand, trapping her smaller hands in between his. "Of course, I meant full time. Is there even a reason to do it half-heartedly? I can only keep it real with you or I won't be able to do it at all."

Rose remained silent. She did not push him away, letting him do at least this much for a moment.

"I know this is my idea," Rose admitted, after some time, "but now I realize that I still don't know much about you to make a decision. Since we want to make this real, we have to start from the very beginning."

Everything happened so fast today, and both of them had been impulsive in their decision to trick her parents. Only now did the two of them had the time to look at the bigger picture.

If she were to make Ryan her real boyfriend, she needed to be serious as well, to treat him with sincerity. However, she was inexperienced to matters such as these. They were friendly with each other, sure, but there was no love between them. But shouldn't love be the most basic foundation of being in a romantic relationship?

"So you don't mind it? Becoming my real girlfriend?" Ryan asked to confirm.

Rose appeared calm on the surface. She shrugged and letting go of his hand, she sat down next to him. "I caused this whole situation so I will take the responsibility and do my best as well. Of course, it will be quite awkward if we act too intimate with each other… how about we start from being friends?"

"Friends that hold hands and more?"

As the smiling boy asked that, he casually slid his hand back into her own. Contrary to his expectations, a cheeky smile blossomed on her pretty face.

"Well, it depends."

He could already feel that she was planning something, but he still asked, "Depends on what?"

"It all depends on the answers you give me," Rose replied with a mysterious twinkle in her eyes. "I need to know more about you before I can make my decision."

"What happened to 'I will take responsibility' you mentioned a moment ago? Isn't that enough?" Ryan pointed out, only to have his hand slapped away as punishment.

"Not enough. This and that are two different things. If you fail my test, I won't let you do anything other than holding my hands," Rose said firmly, but Ryan attacked once again.

"What if I pass?" He leaned forward, shrinking the distance between them to only a feet. "Will I get to hug you whenever I want if I do?"

Ryan thought she would get flustered like before, but Rose simply stabbed her finger into the middle of his forehead to push him away.

"Maybe, but till then, keep it cool."

"Ouch, that hurt." Ryan theatrically massaged his forehead, his eyes widened at her to get some sympathy. She did stab him with her nail so he had a small red mark on his skin.

She smiled and stood up, leaving him scowling on her bed. "It was meant to hurt. You were too close."

"You are so bad. Hurting your boyfriend like this," Ryan complained with a pout, and when he realized that she wasn't falling for it no matter how much he acted cute, he finally returned to the topic. "Okay, ask away. I'm ready."

Ryan did not mind starting as friends as that's how every relationship should start. In his opinion, only by gradually getting to know her better would make things comfortable for the two of them. By right, he was already her boyfriend—he just needed to make effort to earn that title.

"Wait here and don't move," Rose ordered as she picked up the wet towel from the floor and ran to the bathroom, bringing back a hair dryer and a comb. She then walked up to her bedside cabinet and pulled out a red notebook with a cute little lock on it. He could easily guess that it was her diary, and that made him more curious.

"Your hair is still wet. Let's dry it while we talk," Rose explained. She plugged in the dryer and jumped on the bed, stopping right behind him. "Tell me if the air is too hot."

She did not ask for any permission and simply started combing his hair before drying it. He did not complain, and he was actually enjoying such sweet, blissful treatment for the first time in his life. As she was taking care of his hair, they started sharing short stories about each other, about their hobbies as well as funny experiences they encountered in the past few days.

"Your hair smells nice," Rose commented as soon as she's done. Afterward, she lay down on the bed, stretching out an arm to reach her red notebook. "You used my favorite shampoo."

"Just lucky. I picked one randomly," Ryan replied as he brushed through his hair with his fingers. "Maybe I should cut them already. They've grown long."

To his surprise, Rose quickly disagreed, "No, don't. Keep it longer. I like when I can play with them."

"Okay, I won't then."

For some reason, Ryan felt good when she said that.

On the other hand, Rose did not continue talking, busy opening the red notebook she picked up earlier using a small key that she kept as a necklace on her neck.

"Is that your diary?" He lay perpendicular to her legs. From where he was, he could not peek inside, even by accident.

"Yes." Rose nodded happily when she finally opened her diary. "I wrote my test inside. It kind of describes my ideal boyfriend—of course, no pressure on you. You are you. I just figured that we can use it to get to know each other better."

As she flipped through the pages of her diary, she began moving her toes up and down, giving Ryan a playful idea. He sat up and placed her feet in between his thighs. She immediately pulled her legs away as if he tried to molest her.

"W-What are you doing?"

"I want to give you a foot massage. Don't worry, I'm really good at it," Ryan said casually before shrugging. "If you don't want one then it's fine."

Just as he expected, her expression fell as soon as he said those words.

Rose felt bad for thinking negatively about him. Even though she did not say it aloud, he probably knew what she thought of him earlier.

She took a shaky breath and tentatively placed her feet back on his thighs. "No, it's okay. You can give me one then. I was just surprised. You should warn me before you touch me like that. I'm ticklish."

Hiding her flushed face behind her diary, she began questioning him.

"Let's start from the beginning again, okay? So, uhm, I'm Rose Robinson, nineteen years old, first year Business student from Saint Mary University." Rose peeped at him from behind her diary, her pretty blue eyes sparkling. "What about you?"

Ryan was a bit surprised by her age but he realized that it wasn't that surprising. He had long guessed that she was younger than him, just not by that much. He cradled up her foot, and without taking off her socks, he began doing his magic. "I'm Ryan Morgan, twenty-three. I'm also a Business student. I have just started my fifth year in Phoenix University."

As he was busy fiddling with her foot, he could not see her expression. The girl had her mouth wide open as if she wanted to moan. A second later, just as he applied pressure on the middle of her foot, she could barely hold herself back from letting out a sound.

Cough...

Rose masked her moan by clearing her throat and clumsily asked her first question, "W-Where will you take me on our first date?"

"Oh, easy. The park. I will make sandwiches so we can eat lunch together on the grass and afterward we will go to an arcade place to play some games together—"

Ah…

Just as he was describing his ideal first date, Rose could no longer hold herself back and moaned loudly. She covered her mouth with one hand right after, her eyes as big as saucers, like she could not believe that weird sound came out from her. Unfortunately, she could not turn back time.

"I see, you like it? Do you mind if I use more strength?" Ryan asked with a confident smile. Massaging was one of the skills he picked up when he was searching for a part-time job. He had never gotten the chance to use it on anyone before, but he knew there would be a day it would come handy. That day had arrived.

"Mhmm… I don't mind."

The flush-faced Rose placed her diary down, realizing that it would be hard for her to focus on having a Q and A like this.

"Just relax and enjoy. We should still have some time for your test later," Ryan suggested and started exerting more pressure on her acupoints.

Ahh...

While Ryan was of the mind to pamper his girlfriend, the girl's parents had finished preparing lunch much earlier than originally planned.

"I will bring those two down," Robert informed his wife and without waiting for her reply, he climbed the stairs to the second floor. His daughter's room was the first room to his right.

The older man was not trying to be sneaky as his silent approach was ingrained as part of his trade. However, he did feel that it was nice to give those youngsters a good surprise.

Just as he was about to knock on Rose's door, his hand froze midair. He heard some weirdly familiar sounds from the inside, turning his body cold. He would be an idiot if he could not figure out what that sound meant.

"Ahh! It feels so good! When did you learn to move like that?"

"I knew you will like that. This is my special skill that I named 'Swirling fingers'."

"Ah… That's the spot! Do it harder!"

"Your wish is my command."

"Mhmm! This is really amazing. How about you take it off?"

"Sure, I don't mind. With or without doesn't make a difference for me."

"Do it without. I think it will feel even better."

Hearing up till this point, Rose's father had reached his boiling point, and he wanted to explode in rage. There was no reason for him to listen further.

He stormed towards the cabinet under one of the paintings in the hallway and pulled out a gun from the drawer. He loaded it with a magazine and held it behind his back as he walked back towards Rose's room.

He regretted letting a guy stay together with his lovely daughter inside a room on their own, without ascertaining what kind of a person that bastard was.

"I will kill him," he muttered under his breath. No longer hesitating anymore, he swiftly opened the doors.

"BRAT, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DO—"

The words he wanted to shout clogged up his throat as the scene he expected did not present in front of him. Although the two youngsters were both on the bed, he could see Ryan sitting on the foot of the bed, near the edge, frozen halfway from taking off Rose's sock. Both of them were fully dressed.

They were looking at him with a mix of alarm and surprise, but there was neither fear nor guilt on their faces.

"Dad? Why are you shouting?"