The next morning, Kouhei stirred awake, the soft warmth of another body pressed against him sending a jolt through his half-asleep mind. Hina was curled up beside him, her delicate frame nestled close. Her head rested on his arm, using it as a pillow, and the rise and fall of her chest matched the peaceful rhythm of her breath. The early morning sunlight spilling through the curtains illuminated her serene face, making her look almost otherworldly—angelic, even.
Kouhei's eyes lingered on her soft lips, slightly parted as she slept, and a blush crept up his neck. The memory of last night hit him like a hammer. His chest tightened as the realization settled in again. They had fucked. The reality of what they'd done made his heart race, his body warming as he tried to push the thoughts aside.
As if sensing his gaze, Hina stirred. Her long, white lashes fluttered open, and her piercing red eyes locked onto his.
