Overwritten Memories (2)

“Matsuda-kun.”

Inside an almost deserted movie theater.

I was eating popcorn with the box wedged between Miyuki’s thighs as her legs rested on my thighs when I turned my head at her call.

“What.”

“Give me a massage.”

“No.”

“You said I could do whatever I wanted today.”

“It’s past midnight.”

Miyuki pouted at my firm reply, then squeezed her calf around the popcorn box until its opening was nearly blocked.

I slipped my hand into the gap, took out a piece, popped it into my mouth, and chewed...