He tightened his embrace of Dana when he heard her talk about her first crush and first love. A feeling of jealousy rose up from his chest.
"I never thought that I would meet that boy again after seeing him once in that shrine. I vividly remember his orange hair and the ardent expression on his face wishing on spring water on the ground."
"Muffin, I don't want to listen to any of the boys that have been a part of your life," he said, burying his face on her shoulder, inhaling her scent. She smelled like Magnolia. She's using a different perfume, he thought nuzzling her neck.
"You don't want to hear me talking about you?"
"Me? What do you mean, my hair wasn't orange when we met last year?" he said in a bad mood.
"How about two years ago?"
Grand breath was caught in his throat with what she's implying. He picked up Dana from his lap and sat her beside him. He stared at her face, trying to read her facial expression.
