Haruki stepped inside, smiling.
"I'm home," he said softly.
Kyouko reached for his bag with one hand, and his chest with the other, then leaned up and kissed his cheek.
Inside her mind:
See, Satoshi?
This is how it should be.
Not cold silence.
Not hollow touches.
But this.
A man who looks at me like I'm his whole world.
A home that feels alive.
A love that doesn't need to be forced.
This is my life now.
That night.
Haruki had long since fallen asleep.
breathing softly, peacefully beside her after utterly ravishing her.
Kyouko stirred quietly beneath the sheets.
Still tired.
Still sore in the most delicious way.
But seeing his face in the soft glow of the nightlight…
She couldn't resist.
She leaned over and gently kissed his cheek.
"I'm going to the toilet first," she whispered faintly against his ear.
She slipped from the bed quietly, wrapping a robe around her.
Her bare feet padded across the floor as she stepped toward the small toilet near the kitchen.
