[Those hands, which Kouta had seen rip through demons with ease or help steady a clumsy Hidden Moon employee, had many uses and skills. He had tried his best not to think of this particular use for so long that it felt like second nature to want to reach out and stop her, but he was getting better at keeping that instinct at bay. There was no need for it anymore, and he was fine with letting Setsura set the pace for a while.

He propped himself up on his elbows, meeting her gaze evenly, eyes going half lidded and hazy with lust when she trailed her nails over him more pointedly.]

Never. I'm just wondering if we should have taken more days off if this was going to be your pace. We gonna wait another seventy years