"Uchiha Sasuke is perfect - not a pervert, alcoholic, megalomaniac, emotional fuckwits, womanizer, or Peeping Tom. He's the ultimate, a total sex God who loves me just the way I am."
Haruno Sakura has finally landed the man of her dreams as her lon...
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7.
Sasuke surprisingly took me to Garmisch Partenkirchen, south of Munich in the Bavarian Alps, one of the most popular skiing resorts in Europe. This wasn't just a mini break; it was a holiday in heaven.
Carrying my ski equipment, such as ski boots and ski poles, proved to be quite a challenge, and Sasuke, my amazingly helpful boyfriend, walked swiftly ahead of me. Honestly, I'd told a tiny lie about being an extremely experienced skier. But how hard could it really be?
Struggling to hug my unbelievably heavy skis, I nearly dropped them several times while walking from the ski equipment rental shop to the chairlift. Sasuke seemed entirely relaxed, as if he was on his own holiday, paying little attention to my ordeal.
"Ah," I groaned as my polished skis almost fell from my arms, quickly saving them from tumbling as Sasuke turned to me. I couldn't let myself embarrassingly admit that I was quite bad at skiing.
"Shall we?" Sasuke offered, nodding toward the chairlift, and giving a faint smile. Honestly, Sasuke looked like the most handsome professional skier in the world in his all-black ski suit. If only he hadn't been so self-centered and arrogant, leaving me to struggle like this.
I knew I was going to enjoy skiing. It would be very romantic and relaxing.
Before long, both of us were seated on the chairlift, which nearly gave me a heart attack due to its increasing height above the ground.
Panic set in as I watched my legs dangle in the air. "Bar going up," Sasuke said with a brief grin, and he smoothly glided off the chairlift.
"No. What? Why?" I yelled in extreme panic. My stomach churned, and my heart raced. Why did Sasuke leave me alone 30 feet above the slope?
"Uhm, err," I bit my lip in fear, watching Sasuke ski away as if he'd suddenly forgotten my existence. Fuck!
The chairlift I was on continued, nearly colliding with a support pole. I had no choice but to jump down if I didn't want to become a pancake.
I screamed loudly, making the most foolish suicide attempt by jumping directly from my chairlift onto the snow-covered ground.
"RIP Sakura," I mumbled as I fell face-first.
Just as I thought my life was hanging in the balance, I suddenly heard Megumi, the giraffe, calling my name. "Sakura?"
"Megumi! What are you doing here?" I exclaimed, looking up at her face, which resembled the Grim Reaper ushering me to the afterlife.
Or, on second thought, she looked more like Pinocchio's fairy godmother with her wide smile and snow-white ski suit.
"Didn't Sasuke tell you we were coming?" Megumi asked, helping me up.
"No, he didn't," I argued, brushing off the remaining snow from my pink ski suit. Standing next to Megumi made me feel like a chubby pig with midget legs.
