With his strong arms around Ayane's small waist, cooking was mildly inefficient. It was not because of his exessive skinship. Far from it. The whole exercise in restraint was all but disappeared from Yu's mind. He was clingy. Absolutely clingy. It was like Ayane had never seen before.
"Yu, I can't cook like this." Ayane's protest had fallen into deaf ears. Yu was clearly heated for her, with hormones reaching far into his head and muddling them. "Please wait patiently on the table."
"Mm," Yu muttered. He began hugging Ayane tighter. Closer. He felt his chin against Ayane's soft crown, as he gently nuzzed his chin against it longingly.
"Gosh, Yu. You're such a spoiled kid sometimes."
"Don't you want to spoil me, Ayane?" Yu retorted. Now his head was against Ayane's. Warmth began to seep inside Ayane's collarbone. "Won't my cute angel indulge in a breather with me?"
"Geez," Ayane gave up. A defeated sigh escaped her mouth. "I can't ever refuse those words, Yu. That was unfair and you knew that."
"But it worked, didn't it?" Yu gently spun Ayane toward him by her waist. His face leaned closer to Ayane, stopping just about inches apart before their mouth touched. "I love you, Ayane."
Ayane's face was all red, as if wildfire sparked all over it. She was and would never be able to ready herself for Yu's persuasive words. Her whole life she had never been this happy before. She was afraid that had she not indulge in the moment, her new happiness would disappear before her very eyes.
That thought was always in the back of her mind, even as the lovers' mouths touched and caressed each other. Her fear, though subsided for now, would continue tomorrow, and the day after, and then the day after that. Only Yu's love would assure her that their parting days would still be far in the distance.