(N-Nao...)
He's pressing hot kisses to my lips, cutting off my words.
I'm in his room, and he's pressing me down onto his bed...
Leah : (Mmm...)
We came to Nao's house, racing through a downpour on his bike after the skies opened.
I borrowed a shirt to wear, and we decided to wait in his room while our clothes dried.
I sat next to him while we looked at his yearbook from middle school.