The whole thing never happened. Muraki's arms didn't wrap around his waist at the bar. The doctor's lips didn't brush his ear as he was seduced.
"They say that if you meet someone three times it's no longer a coincidence. It's destiny."
No teeth nipped at his neck.
Watari hadn't asked, "What do you want?" even as he tilted his head to one side.
"You."
No tongue soothed the bites.
"Willing or not."
He didn't lean into the embrace.
"Willing or not at all."
Nothing was placed in his breast pocket.
It wasn't Muraki's address he held. It was Kazutaka's.