After I cooked pancakes for Sakura, I brought her home and dropped her off at the end of her street, like she had requested. She didn’t have many—if any—friends, so she had told me if a car dropped her off in front of her home, her dad would be suspicious.
“I’ll see you tomorrow at school,” she hummed.
“Tomorrow at school, huh?” I asked, lips curled into a smirk. I took her chin in my hand and pulled her closer to me, kissing her on the mouth. “I thought you asked me for a pass from tomorrow’s class.”
She looked over her shoulder and grinned at me. “Maybe. Guess we’ll have to see.”
With that, she jumped out of the car, slammed my door, and hurried down the sidewalk toward her home. She glanced around, as if to look for neighbors outside in case she had to come up with an excuse as to w
