It probably wasn't the wisest idea, but ever since that time he has had this sudden urge to get closer to her.
Yuhi pushed her against the wall. Dirty bricks covered in traces of vibrant colored paint, swear words, and faded drawings decorated the dirty wall. He braces his hand by her head, their faces inches against one another. Sumire however, seemed to be more concerned about the people pursuing them since she kept looking over his shoulder. The more she tried to peak, the closer they got - until the distance vanished.
Sumire has long eyelashes and large, amethyst colored eyes. She was indeed a beauty.
Yuhi stops looking when he heard approaching footsteps. While he could not see, his instincts are well trained. In the next few seconds, the footsteps increase. Sumire wrapped her arms around him; one hand slid down his waist until it was on his hip. The other hand pressed his head down, drawing their lips close.
