The very day Haruka left for America, Kei came over to your place and . . .
I remember it was raining buckets out, so we stayed inside and spent the day making love, dozing off in each other’s arms, waking up, doing it all over again . . .
Nothing like beating around the bush.
I think we both had a lot of pent-up desire.
And once that desire was “un-pent”?
Now that I look back on it, I suppose that it wouldn’t have been at all surprising if we had started to drift apart after that.
Why?
We’d had sex several times over the previous ten months, but it was always rushed, always surreptitious, never predictable. That rainy afternoon spent lolling about naked was a first for us. We had now brought the relationship to a new level, a risky level.
Risky?
After that afternoon, Kei and I became not only physically closer, but emotionally closer, too. Our hearts were now vulnerable to disappointment, betrayal, jealousy, you name it.
That’s Love for you.
Yeah.