Spoiling the Birthday Girl (1)

Aya’s warmth, her quiet trust and the way she fit so perfectly in my arms were like a puzzle piece clicking into place, making this moment so precious despite how busy I still am during the day. My hands slid up her back as my fingers traced the delicate curve of her spine through her uniform. The girl shivered slightly and breathed out in that adorable way that always made my heart throb.

“Ruki, you’re teasing me again,” She mumbled against my neck, yet there was no real protest in her tone. Instead, her shaky voice had a hint of satisfaction as her fingers curled into my hair, locking me further as if she couldn’t get enough of the contact.

“Am I teasing you? Nope, I’m just making sure my birthday girl gets properly spoiled,” I replied playfully as I tilted her chin up to meet her gaze.

Her eyes sparkling with affection held mine with an intensity that made the room feel smaller, like it was just us and nothing else mattered.