Newlywed Life – Q of Hearts (Part 2.5)
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Think of it as throwing money at the author and Alphapolis, and getting a book with squiggles and pretty pictures as a pleasant extra.
My eyes lightly opened.
My body feels heavy for some reason. I might have overslept.
The birds are chirping pii pii.
There are no sparrows in this world, so you don’t hear chuunchuun first thing in the morning.
I could see a pair of tiredly narrowed cobalt eyes right in front of me.
Why is he here? And moreover, he’s not wearing a shir-… Ah.
I just recalled it!
I …last night.
“Could you not scream right in my ear first thing in the morning?”
Even though he threw abusive words at me, Achille’s voice was sweet.
Unable to hide my unrest, I bolted upright.
“- …Camille, I can see.”
I forgot! Right now I’m not wearing anything either. I flusteredly dove back under the feather quilt.
“You’re being too agitated.”
“You’re being too calm. I’m kind of getting the feeling that for a while now I’ve been getting flustered on my own, but…”
With an expression that seemed like it could melt anything, Achille pulled me into a hug.
Fuwahh… So Achille can make expressions like this too. Seeing this expression I wasn’t used to on my childhood friend, my face was just about boiling.
“There’s no way that I’m calm, you know? Even now.”
Being I was glued to him in a hug, I could tell from his beating heart what he was actually feeling.
I get the feeling that it’s beating a little faster than usual.
“Huhu… Camille, you were cute last night, you know.”
There’s definitely no mistake that my heart is thumping wildly enough that we can’t even compare.
Stuck together like this, it’s probably completely obvious to Achille too. Uuu, it’s embarassing…
“I’ll be going to work at lunch today, so we can stay like this a bit longer, right?”
Like that, Achille showed no signs of parting the arms he had wrapped around me.
“Um, Achille. I’d like to get changed, but…”
“Well, I mean…”
Seeing me try to break out of his arms, he gave me a teasing grin.
“If you’re feeling that cold, how about I warm you up?”
“Eh-…? T-, That’s not- …Nn-!”
In the end, my wish to leave Achille’s bed didn’t come true until after lunch.