Ever since Lysander found out that our relationship was "kiss partner," he'd been intentionally avoiding me.
But he couldn't help but keep getting closer to me.
It seemed like he was really struggling inside.
On the one hand, he thought our relationship was way too unpure.
On the other hand, he thought that an unpure relationship was still better than being just roommates.
Coincidentally, a high school reunion was coming up, and they said spouses were invited, so I decided it was time for the final strike.
This time, he had to confess to me!
I cornered Lysander, who was trying to escape, and he couldn't even bring himself to look me in the eye.
"Lysander, if you're bothered by this, I can always move out."
"I'm not bothered at all!"
Liar.
His brows were furrowed so deeply they could rival the Mariana Trench.
"Then, can you come with me to the reunion?"
"Huh? Me?"
"Yeah." He looked surprised for a split second, his joy barely contained. "So, what's my role?"
I winked at him with a smile, "You'll be my husband, of course."
Once Lysander had the title of "husband," he no longer avoided me, almost like an illicit relationship that was finally coming to light.
On the day of the reunion, he walked out of his room dressed in a high-end suit. My vision went dark.
I immediately asked him to change.
He was reluctant.
"You never know if you'll run into your first love from school days. I can't lose to that."
Amused but helpless, I grabbed an outfit from his closet and handed it to him. Though he wasn't happy, he obediently changed. After he changed, I nodded in approval.
"We'll wear matching outfits so it's obvious we're a couple."
With that, Lysander was successfully appeased.
When we arrived at the restaurant, most people had already gathered. Anna saw me and greeted me.
I took Lysander's hand and sat beside them.
Anna looked at me, then at Lysander, and teasingly said, "Your husband looks a little different than before."
It was true.
Before, he had a buzzcut, like a wolfdog. Now, with curly hair, he looked more like a puppy.
"If I didn't look closely, I'd think you've replaced him with a new husband."
Unintentionally said, but intentionally heard.
Lysander's eyes immediately dimmed when he heard this, and his gaze flickered slightly.
His heart churned as he began to feel that I had brought someone else with me. He was unwilling to accept it and wanted to redeem himself.
"Well, I did get a new one, and he's a lot more handsome."
Anna thought he was joking and laughed without a care, not noticing Lysander's mood growing more somber.
It was quite amusing to see him get jealous over something like this.
After all, I had never seen him get jealous before.
Lysander tactically picked up his glass, glancing at me over it, seemingly waiting for an explanation.
I pretended not to see, chatting happily with Anna. A few minutes later, he couldn't hold it in anymore.
He leaned close to my ear and angrily asked, "Is he and you in that kind of relationship?"
I feigned ignorance, "Who?"
"My predecessor."
I couldn't hold back my laugh. Who calls their romantic rival a predecessor?
"What kind of relationship?"
He squeezed out three words, "Kiss partner."
I didn't answer, only smiled at him.
He thought my silence meant I was admitting it, and the words that followed were even more bitter than medicine.
"A three-way friendship is just too crowded."
He had completely misunderstood.
I was about to explain.
After all, he's my husband.
I beckoned Lysander with a finger. He hesitated for a few seconds before leaning his ear toward me. I leaned close to his ear, my breath brushing against his face.
"Lysander, he and I are just friends. You're the only one I've kissed," I whispered, then turned my head to plant a light kiss on his cheek, softly and gently. Lysander froze, as if paralyzed, not moving an inch.
But his face turned visibly red at a speed that was almost tangible.
Once he realized what had just happened, he immediately started fidgeting, making a thousand awkward gestures, unable to suppress the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
He sat in the corner, seemingly lost in thought, while also feeling a secret satisfaction. His expression finally hardened, as if he'd made some sort of decision. I stared at him, puzzled, as he typed on his phone. Just as he set it down, Alistair's message popped up.
[Georgiana, you read it for yourself.]
The attached image was a private message sent by Lysander to "Ala Star."
[Buddy, I've decided to confess. She's liked me for a while, but she's a bit reserved. She said she's only kissed one person, and that might just be the one.]
After seeing this, I fell into a long silence.
It's lucky that Lysander met me.
Otherwise, with his romantic simp character and self-sabotaging tactics, if someone tricked him, he'd probably say, "She only tricked me, that means she has feelings for me."
Until the gathering ended, Lysander remained in a highly tense state. We walked out of the restaurant, and the cool evening breeze made me shiver involuntarily. Lysander noticed and immediately took off his coat, draping it over my shoulders.
His faint, pleasant scent wrapped around me, bringing back a familiar comfort.
I looked up at him standing before me and couldn't hold back anymore. I rushed into his embrace, my arms wrapping around his waist, feeling his warmth. Lysander didn't push me away but instinctively returned my embrace.
I knew this was a physical reaction from our numerous hugs. Maybe it was the perfect moonlight, or maybe it was the love that had surged too intensely to suppress.
Lysander held me, easily saying the words I'd been longing to hear.
"Georgiana."
"Whether it's a kiss of friendship or pure friendship, I can't continue either."
"My heart races every time I see you, telling me that I like you. I felt the vibrations in his chest."
And I clearly understood that his heart was beating for me at this very moment. So I said, "Then let's be together."
