[As Rinne closes his eyes, the picture she paints is clear in his mind: Ai in her room, exhausted after a long day at work, looking for some form of release. Her hand idly wanders between her thighs, and when her fingers rub herself in slow, steady circles, she sighs his name.
He shivers with hers.
Love isn't lust. People like being touched, but that doesn't mean they want to be with you. Or people give you respect, but it's not as if they have the courage to hold your hand. Love and affection — after being rejected by the people around him over and over, Rinne had already given up on things like that. But Ai... thought of him that way? Even well before this trip, she let him hold her and wanted more?
Oh, it's not fair. Rinne is struck by a fever that burns from the tips of his ears to the depths of his core. He finally has what he wants and it's too much. He wants to run away. What does she mean she liked being held? What does she mean she thought about him? Maybe she hadn't considered being with him back then, but when he thinks about all the times they could have done this sooner...]
Ai, please...
[Stop? Go on? He's not sure what he's asking for. His hands are over hers and he could pull them away at any moment, but he doesn't. He can't take this away from her.]
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He shivers with hers.
Love isn't lust. People like being touched, but that doesn't mean they want to be with you. Or people give you respect, but it's not as if they have the courage to hold your hand. Love and affection — after being rejected by the people around him over and over, Rinne had already given up on things like that. But Ai... thought of him that way? Even well before this trip, she let him hold her and wanted more?
Oh, it's not fair. Rinne is struck by a fever that burns from the tips of his ears to the depths of his core. He finally has what he wants and it's too much. He wants to run away. What does she mean she liked being held? What does she mean she thought about him? Maybe she hadn't considered being with him back then, but when he thinks about all the times they could have done this sooner...]
Ai, please...
[Stop? Go on? He's not sure what he's asking for. His hands are over hers and he could pull them away at any moment, but he doesn't. He can't take this away from her.]