🔞be wise for your own age.

He wears his suit and his hair up. He doesn’t like the way Anne saying that she wanted to go alone and surprise him in the venue. For fact, he doesn’t like surprises and moreover coming from Anne. He’s scared as hell of whatever she might do.

While every step of him is a slow and decisive act, it’s not going the same way for Susanne Yang. It’s always impromptu and he was scared of his reaction toward her action.

He was entering the venue where Anne helped one of the famous female magazine in Indonesia to held the anniversary. The venue is grand, the light is dim but it’s everywhere like falling stars. It’s exclusive and private for the vibe.

Then he saw her and all he think is crap.

He never knew why he never disturbed by the way Anne dress up before. Everyone ever asked him as her best friend that did he ever turned on by her and the answer is fifty-fifty. He was so used by how Anne liked showing her pale skin and elegant beauty. But right after dating and the firsts, he really can’t get his mind in control whenever she was in sight.

There’s something hardened below but he was trying to ignore—so hard that it hurts. Anne was smiling and talking with everyone around and he hated the way every eyes laid on her blue dress that low enough for her cleavage showed. Even though her dress is long enough until her knees but he can see the slit that running up to her thigh.

It made him fuming. She doesn’t see him yet and he never this itchy to coming to her, even almost running. His hand grip her soft pale bare hand and Anne finally noticing him.

The smile Anne gave ease his stiffness. The way her eyes light up and turning away to positioned herself to only look at him. Both her hands now were on his shoulders—almost like she never mind anyone that see how close they are. Even his hands, without realizing, now was in her waist.

“Hai,” she said. Her voice like a peaceful bell on the small house in the edge of mountain while wind passes them.

“Anne,” called him roughly. His eyes pierced through her black eyes. His hands on her waist can feel her soft hair brushed him along with her moves.

“Suka dress aku, nggak?” she asked. Certainly knew what effects she gave to him these days.

He didn’t answer. He thought that the way they are now dating, he can speak more freely in front of her but turns out many words stuck in his throat. The benefit might be it seemed like Anne finally able to translate his silence perfectly.

“Aku tau tempat bagus di sini tau, Alen.” Then she pulled him to somewhere. He couldn’t even mapped out the place because all he see is only the smooth and soft backside of Anne while her hair moving around. His mind bring him in some place where there’s bed and Anne laying on it.

He only realized briefly they were going to the bathroom and he stopped at his walk. Anne looked at him questioningly.

“No,” he said. “I just arrived, Susan.” He gritted his teeth while feeling everything harden in him and it hurts.

Then, as if, she realized that he was hurting, she decided to do the last push with a whisper in his ear, “I don’t wear anything down there in fear of making shape.”

Anne certainly didn’t fear if her underwear was seen by anyone. She can do anything she wants and never bother anyone to think any less of her. She never scared of ruining dress, she know how to wear dress beautifully and surely it’s not in order for her taking her underwear out.

He groaned, gave up, while Anne giggling nervously when finally he pulled her to the toilet and closed the door. He, again, stopped briefly while he take a look at the bathroom. There’s very comfortable sofa in front of toilet.