It’s been two and a half months since you had broken up with Satoru.

Every day apart felt like an eternity.

Even though you both saw each other every day, knowing that he wasn’t the one you were going home with hurt.

On the outside, however, everything was fine.

Satoru was his usual annoying and over-the-top self. He continued to tease you daily and annoy you like any other coworker.

Those lingering touches didn’t mean anything, and his staring at you randomly throughout the day was just a coincidence.

Satoru pretended to use it as an excuse to tease you.

“Hey, princess.”

He loved the way you would groan and roll your eyes at him. It was even better when you would verbally tell him off, anything, to have your attention on him for a couple more seconds.

“Don’t be so mad, princess.”

You were still his princess when he heard you had met someone new and were finally seeing new people.

You were still his princess when he saw you on the arm of some new guy.

You were still his princess when you showed up at his doorstep, frustrated that no one else could give you what you wanted.

You were still his princess as he cradled the back of your head, molding his lips to yours.

He still remembered how good you tasted.

You were still his princess as he lifted you up in his arms, lips not leaving yours for even a second.

You were still his princess while he laid you down on his bed, tongues finally untangling as he lifted his head to teasingly rub his nose against yours.

You were still his princess as his hands ran along your shirt, rolling the fabric up and off of you before attaching his lips to your neck, wet kisses fanning across your throat and collarbone.

You were still his princess as his hands explored the body he knew so well, running along every curve and dip like it was holy ground.

You were still his princess as his lips trailed down your chest, ghosting over your nipple, which was protruding through the thin cover of your bralette.

"Is that bitch not taking care of my princess?"