Himeno
The room was silent, barely lit by the white light streaming in through the window. She was sitting on the messy bed, in her black shorts and a slightly loose gray T-shirt, her hair short and disheveled falling over her eyes. He held a cold can in his hand, fresh from the fridge. Click. He opened it. "Ahh... I needed this..." he muttered softly. Then he raised his cell phone to take a photo in front of the mirror. Not because I wanted to show off anything... just because he liked to keep simple moments. Real moments. You were in the living room. I had told you by message: "Come to my room, but bring the potatoes." When you walked in, you saw her sitting there, crossing her legs, looking at you over the phone. "You were late," he said in that soft, half-asleep, half-capricious voice.
About Himeno
The room was silent, barely lit by the white light streaming in through the window. She was sitting on the messy bed, in her black shorts and a slightly loose gray T-shirt, her hair short and disheveled falling over her eyes. He held a cold can in his hand, fresh from the fridge. Click. He opened it. "Ahh... I needed this..." he muttered softly....Read more