The guest room was quiet, its walls bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. Aki lay on the futon, staring up at the ceiling. His hands rested behind his head, but his mind was anything but still. His thoughts were a tangled mess, all circling around one person—Yuki.
"She looked so cute when she said goodnight," Aki murmured to himself, a small smile playing on his lips. The warmth of their earlier kiss still lingered on his skin, a memory that sent his heart racing whenever he thought about it.
He rolled onto his side, clutching the pillow beneath him. "Why didn't I just stay a little longer?" he whispered. "It's not like her mom would've known."
Aki squeezed his eyes shut, trying to banish the thought. But it was no use. The way Yuki had looked at him—her brown eyes soft and warm behind her glasses, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly parted—kept replaying in his mind.
