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FIVE KISSES PT. 1 | The Book MASTERPOST

Chikara bends over to squint at the novel on your coffee table. The book is propped open using one of the half-finished candles from the collection that overflows your bookshelves, and you’re firmly in your boyfriend’s arms—just like the book says. 

“And then he…” His brow dips. “Do I really need to do this to you?”

With nothing to do during a weekend blizzard, you employed a combination of puppy-dog eyes and your very best pout to convince Chikara to reenact one of the scenes from the book you’ve been reading. When you dug out a prop sword from an old Halloween costume and pressed the hilt into his hands—blinking at him in the pleading way only you could—how could he say no?

“It’s a foam sword.” To prove your point, you squeeze your fingers into the soft blade until it comically bends backwards toward your boyfriend. “You’re not gonna hurt me or anything.”

“I know that,” he answers instantly. “But it just feels…”

“Silly?”

“Incredibly silly.”

“Just think of how I’ll look at you,” you offer, unable to stop yourself from bouncing on the balls of your feet. Chikara’s hand is firm on your hip even when his expression is skeptical, and his eyes warily follow each of your smallest movements.

“You look at me all the time,” he deadpans.

“Not from the other end of a sword.”

He lets out a long-suffering sigh. You just smile at him, watching as he tilts his head to look at the foam sword in his right hand, then glances at you through his eyelashes. Silence ticks by with your and his breathing as the only interruption, and then he takes half a step back and inclines his chin.

“Princess,” he says quietly, somehow able to tame his lips into not twitching with laughter as he lowers his voice just a touch, which sends your stomach into an endless somersault. All of a sudden, you feel warm and light; heat blooms on your cheeks and your head spins in a way that feels surreal.

“Let me look at you,” he continues, each word slow and almost sultry. And then he does it: even though you notice a hint of shy hesitation, he touches the tip of the foam sword to the underside of your chin and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him.

You feel it as your eyes widen, your breath catches, and the whole world feels dreamy and perfect. Your heart pounds—and you watch Chikara’s eyes widen when he sees the look on your face.

There’s supposed to be another line, but you forget what it is even though you’ve read it a dozen or more times. Instead, something in the air shifts: Chikara reaches for you with a sudden need, replacing the foam sword with his hand and pulling your lips up to his.

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