Yoru's weight was still draped over her, but it was comfortable—warm and safe, his bare chest pressed lightly against hers under the soft blanket, his arms bracketing her face, thumbs brushing her cheeks like she was something precious. Which, to him, she was.
He grinned down at her, still flushed from her whispered confession, her kiss over his heart. The mood had softened, settled, but his playful spark hadn't dimmed.
"…You know," he said after a beat, "I said what you asked me to repeat. About holding you, loving you, forever."
Rina narrowed her eyes slightly, wary of where he was going.
"So?" she murmured.
"So," he echoed smugly, "you should say what I asked you to repeat."
Her face instantly burned.
"Yokun—"
"Fair is fair," he said, shrugging like it was the most logical thing in the world. "I followed instructions. Your turn."
"That's not the same!"
"Why not?"
"Because—!" she sputtered. "Because it's—! Because you're a pervert and I was under duress!"
