"how did i do what, love?" he replied, with a pretty convincing tone, between kisses. Eight years from now, he had jumped for the first time and hasn't stopped since then. He's never told you — you were his first and only crush, he didn't want you to be in danger or something.

After all these years, he had considerably improved his jump skills. But nobody is perfect, are they? He had accidentally jumped in front of you. You weren't paying total attention to him but you noticed he had just appeared out of nowhere.

And now he was trying to distract you. He's always been good in distracting you, maybe because he knows your body better than you do.

He grabbed your waist, his hand encircling your waist easily as he pulled you closer to him until you were both chest to chest. He kissed you, slowly as his hands discreetly trailed downwards to your thighs. He squeezed them, just before trailing his hands underneath your dress, consequently pushing it up.