I frowned when I laid eyes on the separate futon laid on the tatami mats in our room.
After the hot spring, Lance and I stuffed ourselves with a hearty traditional kaiseki dinner. We stayed in the peaceful dining area overlooking the ponds and gardens for two full hours. Lance wanted to savor and take note of every dish this ryokan offered. Of course, I was not about to say no, with two of my favorite things in the world laid before me.
Lance and food is life itself.
I glanced at the indifferent man who was busy preparing to go to sleep, completely forgotten what he had promised a while ago.
But still, I could not help but salivate at the sight of him with only his yukata.
He looks so dreamy and . . .
. . . delicious.
I pouted when he turned off the lights, leaving the lampshade on. He got on the futon and covered himself with the blanket, and nonchalantly said.
"Goodnight."
". . ."
". . ."
Goodnight my B***!
