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The dimples of Venus were named after the Goddess of Beauty herself. These two marks were pressed onto Adriana’s lower back, as the the goddess had put her thumbs there at her birth to bless her with such beauty. To bless him with such a sight. Takashi couldn’t help himself. His hands traveled down his wife’s back, partly tangling in the strands that weren’t sitting over Adriana’s shoulders in the ponytail. She might have shivered and questioned him, but the older man continued down the skin with eager curiosity. A smile regretfully pressed on his face. He took a rather deep gulp, unable to stop the smile from appearing. His heart beat harder as his dark grey eyes followed his hands. His body felt warmer, embarrassed a bit by his rash actions and not asking permission first before touching his own wife. How shamefully...but finally, his thumbs sat inside the dimples. They were perfect.
Adriana wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. She was about to que
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...He would gain his best friend back. Or, so he thought. Instead, Jean-Pierre gained one instead. Or, so she thought. After accepting to train Motoko to be a hostess, dropping details to the Zuka Club of what used to be one of their own joining their rivals, Jean-Pierre realized what mistake he had made. His selfish desire to get his best friend Tamaki back ended up hurting him more than the friend whom he believe to hurt him. The blonde sighed as he looked at the support that the president host had from all his friends in this club. Who was he to take that away from him?
Defeated, Jean-Pierre went for a retreat. His arms unlaced from each other in his brown uniform when he suddenly turned to Motoko next to him. She looked up at him with her purple eyes and grinned her actor’s smile that he taught her to wear. “Oh please, Asakura-san. I can see passed that expression. What is it that you want?”
A frown instantly drew her lips down as sadness filled her eyes. His tone
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Just like Hikaru, Harou began to attend Ouran Private Academy. He was currently enrolled in Middle School Class 3-A. He went by his second name at school, after the treasurer of the class, Kariudo Senji, called out his name for help in elementary after not making it to the bathroom quick enough. Harou could still hear the howling of his name and the kids laughing that he was the unfortunate soul to have Kariudo as a best friend. The joke died down by middle school, luckily, and the two have spots as class representatives.
The bell rang, and all the stray students in the halls quickly hurried off to their class with their goodbyes to friends in other classes. Class President Ami Shimizu and Vice President Harou Hitachiin stood at the front of the class. Ami was usually energetic, but today she seem to be coming over with a cold. So, Harou was the one who spoke. He was apathetic as he announced, “We will be taking a tour of the High School Division today. Please show respect to our