Emi Aoyama woke up to sunlight stabbing her directly in the eyeballs.
Her first thought was that someone had replaced her pillow with a warm rock. Her second thought was that rocks didn't breathe. Her third thought arrived approximately half a second later, and it hit her like a freight train made entirely of embarrassment and joy.
That's not a pillow. That's Satori's chest. I'm sleeping on Satori's chest. In Satori's bed. After we...
Her eyes snapped open so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash.
The memories came flooding back in a rush of sensation and sound. His hands on her skin. His voice in her ear. The way he'd looked at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. The feeling of being so completely full, so utterly claimed, that she'd forgotten where she ended and he began.
THIS IS REAL. THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED.
