Later that night…
The second guest room was dim, only lit by a faint amber glow from the hallway seeping through the shoji door.
Haruki lay beside Satomi, his body warm from the sake and from the quiet laughter shared over dinner. The futon rustled softly beneath them.
He turned his head.
Satomi lay on her back, her cheeks still slightly pink. She blinked slowly, eyelids heavy from drink, but she was awake.
Haruki stared for a moment. His body stirred.
"Satomi," he whispered.
"Hmm…?" she murmured, her voice drowsy but gentle.
"…Let's have sex."
She turned her head slightly toward him. "In here…?"
"Yes," he said. "It's been so long."
She gave a small smile, slow and tipsy. " Lock the door."
Haruki stood and clicked the latch quietly. When he returned, Satomi had already slipped off her pajama shorts and pulled off her top, exposing her soft chest and the dark hair between her thighs. She opened her legs a little, not shy—just relaxed.
