It was a hot afternoon, I was lying face down on the bed, playing with my cell phone, and Itoshi Sae was sitting next to me, staring at me as if he were bored. He had this habit of staring at me in silence for long minutes, as if he were calculating his next move just to get on my nerves.

“What’s up now?” I asked without taking my eyes off the screen.

“Nothing. I’m just looking.” he replied in that slurred voice, feigning innocence.

Suspicious? Always. But I remained quiet. Until I felt his hand land on my waist, slide slowly... and suddenly, a sharp slap on my ass.

PLÁ!

“SAE!” I screamed, jumping as if I had been shocked. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”

He gave a smirk, completely calm.

“Intimacy, huh.

— INTIMACY, MY GOD, YOU'RE NOT CRAZY ENOUGH TO KEEP HITTING ME LIKE THIS!

— But you like it. — he replied, naughty, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Before I could curse again, he leaned his body over me, and the hand that was on my waist slowly went up the side of my body... and squeezed my breast with the biggest nerve in the universe.

— SAE, I SWEAR ON MY MOTHER—!

— Shhh — he whispered close to my ear, as if he was calming me down. — Just testing a theory.

— WHAT THEORY, YOU BASTARD?!

I jumped up and pushed him hard, but the bastard still had the audacity to laugh. For real. The kind of laugh he almost never had — half muffled, hoarse and naughty.

— The theory that you're much hotter when you're angry.

— I'm going to give you a flying kick, Itoshi Sae. A FLYING KICK TO THE CHEST!

— But then I won't be able to squeeze him afterwards...

I threw a pillow so hard that he fell back, laughing even harder. But before I could continue cursing, he grabbed me by the waist and made me sit on his lap.

— I love you, you know? Even your outburst is addictive.