Cheeky monkey

Aron POV

As the kissing moment unfolded in the Kdrama, I tightly grasped her neck and tenderly kissed her delicate lips. She grabbed my neck and kissed me back just as fiercely. Upon sensing her lips on mine, my junior hardened.

She moved her hand around my torso and unintentionally touched my junior. She opened her eyes in horror.

"Why's it always so hard?" She asked me in an irritated tone.

"Because my dick likes you." I smiled, seeing her blush. I am perplexed as to why she flushed upon observing my hard dick, even though she had previously observed it and felt its hardness. But I enjoy the way she blushes. She is the most shy woman I have ever seen.

"Mr. Figne, here's your popcorn and a cold drink." Angrily, Rosy set a bowl of popcorn on the table. Some popcorn dropped to the floor as a result of her shoving the bowl onto the table.

Why does she seem so irate?

I gave her a perplexed look. I looked into her eyes to find the source of her rage.

Oh, now I understand. Her anger stemmed from the fact that I was kissing Sara. I grinned at her jealousy. Women are extremely envious. However, I must admit that my interest in her has faded. She needs to be aware of this.

Why am I unable to detect envy in Sara's gaze? Doesn't she have any feelings for me? I tried to read her expression, but she was engrossed in watching Kdrama.

Why doesn't she feel envious of Rosy? This is likely due to her lack of feelings for you. My subconscious made me angry. Then why did she kiss me?

She kissed you passionately because she was on her period, and her mood swings were causing her to feel agitated.

I don't understand why, knowing the reason for her intense kissing, I felt upset. She should feel special about me. I want to have a special place in her life. However, she showed no concern for me. I furiously turned to face her, wondering why she was not treating me like other women.

"Sara, have you ever fallen in love?" I don't know how I asked her about love when I had no idea what it was like.

"Yes, many times." She gave a nod.

"What?" I gave her a confused look. Even after having sex with so many different women, I never fell in love. How can she fall in love so many times?

"I fell in love for the first time during in second grade."

"What?" I never thought she could fall in love at such a young age.

"Tell me more about it."While folding my legs on the couch, I eagerly turned to face her.

"I was small and didn't fully understand love, but I liked that guy and enjoyed sharing my lunch with him." I noticed her happy smile as she thought of him. I was enraged to learn about him. If I meet him now, I will surely smack his face.

"What has happened to your love story since then?" I asked her more about her love story while trying to contain my rage.

"His parents moved out of the city after he attended that school for just one month." I saw a glimpse of sadness on her face.

"What is his name?"

"I don't remember; I called him by his nickname."

Why did she become so emotional while remembering him?

"Okay, so what was his nickname?" I listened attentively to her tale of childhood love.

"Cheeky monkey." A smile spread across her face as she gazed down at the floor as if she could see his face there.

"Oh, cheeky monkey." I smiled, realizing that I had been her childhood crush. I felt relieved to know the nickname of her first crush because it was me.

"What's causing you to smile?" She gave me a perplexed expression.

I didn't tell her I had been her first love interest. In second grade, a girl attempted to become friends with me, but my parents relocated to a different town within a month.

"Nothing, tell me more about your other lovers." I couldn't wait to hear about her other relationships.

"I fell in love in sixth grade again. You know, I was madly in love with him." She was filled with excitement as she recounted her early school experiences.

"Then? What happened to him?" I have no idea why I found her stories fascinating to listen to.

"I contemplated proposing to him on Valentine's Day, but then I learned he harbored feelings for my best friend." She pouted at me for telling me this part of her story.

"Oh no, you've had a truly awful experience." She looked sorrowful, and I tried not to chuckle. I don't understand why she would cry in one moment and then fill her eyes with excitement in the next.

"After that, have you rekindled your love?" I questioned her.

"Yes, I did fall in love with a boy in eighth grade, but history repeated itself, and he ended up liking my best friend as well."

"Oh, poor Sara Grace. Why did you keep your feelings hidden from all of them?"

"I have never revealed my feelings to anyone since I don't want to ruin our friendship. You know that I always put loyalty before any other feelings, Aron."

I felt a powerful pull in her direction as I stared into her eyes. Why is she so different from other females?

"Did you still love them, Sara?" I'm not sure why, but I felt compelled to find out how she felt about all of her childhood lovers now.

"No, that was my past." She gave me a headshake.

I was relieved to learn this. I wanted to ask her about her last relationship, but I restrained myself after recalling the cause of their breakup.

"Tell me, Aron, have you ever been in love with someone?" She glanced at my face with excitement.

"Me?

love?"

How can I tell if I've ever fallen in love with someone when I don't even know what love is? I've only ever seen betrayal, cheating, lying, lust, and hunger since I was a little child; how can I tell her about love when I've never experienced it? I was searching for the right response to her question.

Sometimes, I feel like she's fortunate to be able to communicate her emotions clearly and openly without worrying about what other people may think of her.

What about me, though? I never know how to put into words how I feel, and I'm always afraid of other people's opinions of me before I share anything with them.

Before responding to her question, I wanted to know what love is. How did we truly feel in that moment when it happened to us?

I looked at her, hoping that, without even telling her, she would know what was going through my head.