Kouhei lay back on the bed, the thin towel across his hips doing a poor job of hiding how much the sight of her was getting to him. They were inside the Love Link — the whole scenario had folded into something that looked exactly like a love hotel room: dim lights, the faint perfume of soap and something floral in the air, and that small, intimate hush that makes everything feel both unreal and electric.
Kyouka had told him she wanted him to see her in an office suit. Simple enough words, except everything else had slid away and now here they were — him half-covered by a towel, her behind a bathroom door he'd only a moment ago thought nothing of. Kouhei couldn't quite piece together how it had moved so fast. One minute they'd been talking; the next, the world had rearranged itself into this charged, private space.
