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Daisy Says Hi

“Interesting.” He set down the book and walked over to where Daisy was pointing. The shelf had a few books on it but also a chalkboard. When he pulled this out, Daisy blew a handful of glitter onto it.

“Hi,” it displayed in glittery yellow letters. He looked at her, and she gave a small wave.

Yuki and Emily in Love

“Emily.” Yuki spoke her name as if it was a prayer. With a hand on each knee, she was all too aware of the position they were now in. Heat flowed back and forth between her knees, passing through her groin with every heartbeat. She was breathing hard now, staring into Emily’s gold-flecked eyes.

“I can feel you now. I couldn’t before, but now that we’re being honest with each other, your arousal is like a perfume to me.” Emily parted Yuki’s legs, moving forward until their mouths were only a few inches apart. Yuki gasped at the sheer smell of her. It was like standing in a field of blooming wildflowers.

Golden bubbles drifted off the surface of the water, popping in the air with the tinkling of bells.

“You…we…” Yuki didn’t know what to say. Her head was suddenly full of fog. She was finally able to latch onto a single thought, an emotion that kept driving her forward. “Emily?”

“Yes?”

“I…I think I’m in love with you.”

Emily’s fingers slid onto Yuki’s thighs. She leaned forward, those golden eyes of hers filling Yuki’s vision, expanding outward until they were all that existed.

“I’m falling for you, Yuki. Put your arms out and catch me.”

Yuki Discovers Eggos

She had done it. She had protected the house. Barely containing a squeal of delight, she went to the kitchen to fix herself a snack. She didn’t recognize most of the food in the fridge and didn’t feel like trying to cook something from scratch. Digging in the freezer, she found a box of something called Eggos hidden away.

“Weird.” The little yellow disk in her hand had square grooves all along it. The picture on the box showed butter and syrup. She practically salivated at the idea of something so rich. Her diet had been primarily what she could raise in her garden and the occasional animal she’d caught. She followed the oven instructions, tapping her finger impatiently on the counter while she waited for it to heat up. Once it was ready, she tossed the Eggos on a sheet and slid them in.

A few minutes later, she sat over a mouthwatering pair of the tiny waffles, slathered in way too much butter and syrup. Each piece clung to the plate when she pried it up with a fork, and every bite was absolute heaven.