[ Who is Nishikiyama's rendezvous, some former love story? Just knowing it's a woman makes Mine feel unnervingly possessive. That's not why he's reached for the other man's arm, thoughβnot the whole reason. Mine studies his reaction and the hint of tension within it, while feeling his own pulse bound just under his jawline. His loose grasp moves up over Nishikiyama's elbow and sinks into terry cloth and muscle of his upper arm. ]
I didn't know you had plans.
[ But because he's been invited, Mine isn't upset. ]
Otherwise, I would have wanted you to stay longer.
[ He explains. This is different. In his own apartment, Mine doesn't have to think about what show of their relationship is appropriate in public. He tugs on the robe until it slips off of Nishikiyama's shoulder. Mine's thumb settles behind his collarbone, fingers brushing the base of Nishikiyama's neck, and like that, his gaze lingers silently. ]
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I didn't know you had plans.
[ But because he's been invited, Mine isn't upset. ]
Otherwise, I would have wanted you to stay longer.
[ He explains. This is different. In his own apartment, Mine doesn't have to think about what show of their relationship is appropriate in public. He tugs on the robe until it slips off of Nishikiyama's shoulder. Mine's thumb settles behind his collarbone, fingers brushing the base of Nishikiyama's neck, and like that, his gaze lingers silently. ]