Chapter 33
Yuki Mori leaned against the steel railing, the only thing keeping him from tipping over the edge of the open walkway two floors above ground. He stayed lost in thoughts as the cool breeze brushing against his face.
Both his arms extended outwards from the rail, phone still in hand, suspended over as he absentmindedly zoomed into the picture which Aiko said previously. He was on the rise for a new fucking with Aiko.
He could never get tired of her figure.
"Yuki Mori."
That voice. He knew it—undeniably recognizable, threading through his ears like a name he wasn't ready to hear. His body flinched before his mind could catch up. He jerked slightly, turning to meet the source of the voice—just as his grip slipped.
The phone left his hands in a blur.
Crack!
The phone slipped from his fingers, spiraling downward until it slammed against the concrete ground two floors below. "Shit—my phone!" Yuki cursed, eyes darting down in horror. He stared helplessly at the shattered screen far beneath him, then slowly turned to face the woman who had unintentionally caused the disaster.
Katashi...
His heart left his chest, some fragments of their sex massage scene flooding into his head. Katashi Kurica stood just a few feet away, already beginning to walk past when she'd paused to say hello.
Her smile faltered into a flicker of amusement. "Oops... bad timing?" It was an oddly soft chuckle, something he hadn't expected. Forced to speak to her after their awkward night together, Yuki murmured.