Haruki slowly opened his eyes.
The room was dim, with the curtains drawn just enough to let a little evening light seep in.
Beside him—warm, soft , was Kyouko.
She was hugging him tightly. Her bare skin pressed gently against his, smooth, warm, and comforting. The scent of her hair still lingered on the pillow between them.
Haruki smiled.
Even while sleeping, she looked beautiful. Peaceful. Like nothing in the world could touch her right now.
He tried to shift his body gently, wanting to slip out without waking her.
But the moment he moved—her arms pulled him tighter.
"Mmm… Haruki…" she whispered, her voice still sleepy. "Don't move yet…"
He froze, smiling again.
"Kyouko~ I just need to go to the bathroom."
"Mmm… Let me hold you a little longer… Just five minutes…"
Her voice was gentle, spoiled. Sweet. Like a woman too comfortable to let go of the man she loved. Her face was pressed against his chest, her eyes still closed, her breath warm on his skin.
