Erina

　　Norman wasted no time kissing me. I was pushed back against the tree, and I winced as the bark bit into my skin. Norman must have noticed, he turned around so I straddled him and now his back was against the tree. "Sorry," he apologized, kissing me softly. "I couldn't stop myself."

　　He looked silly with the crown slipping over his eyes. I couldn't help laughing at him.

　　"You should do that more often, Doll." He observed. He pulled the flowers up ...