"Tell me, tell me you want me, Yuki," he whispered in my ears.
"Jiro, please...." I said, not knowing exactly what I was asking for.
"Wrong answer, my love," he said. He put his trousers back on, and frustratedly combed his hair.
Then he smiled and carried me bridal style, "Tell me where your room is," he demanded.
"Right side, near the kitchen," I whispered, almost delirious with need.
He opened the door to my room and laid me gently on top of my bed. "Yuki, I'm sorry for acting that way. My mind completely shut down when I saw that man's jacket," he said, while looking at me.
He was on top of me, but I don't feel fear anymore, this is Jiro once again.
I shook my head, this is Jiro. The calculating man who inevitably caused my death.
And yet when he kissed me, I willingly melted. Like a person who craves heroin over and over.
"Jiro..." Maybe it's not so bad to fool my self for a second. But it should not be so.
