Chapter 9

"Is this the residence of Kiba Inuzuka?" the police officer asked.

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The events that followed our dinner and evening conversations were a blur. I complied, almost robotically, to the police officer's questions and instructions and found myself handcuffed, riding in the back of a police car.

The moment we arrived at the police station and the officer guided me through the glass doors, I recognised Trent and his parents sitting near the reception desk. They were arguing. I wasn't sure if they were going to toss me in jail immediately or further bombard me with questions, but as we walked past reception, Trent jerked up from his seat and ran towards us.

"Hey, wait!" he yelled.

All things considered, Trent's recently broken nose didn't look that bad. There was just a small bandage covering the gash at the top of his nose, and it looked like I did a good job snapping it into place.

The officer stopped and looked to him. "Yes?" he asked.

"I'm Trent, the guy Kiba punched. I'm not pressing charges."

"Oh? We got a call from your house saying you were attacked. Are you sure?"

"It was just an accident," Trent responded. Clearly, there was some kind of misunderstanding between Trent and his parents, but my mind was in too much of a haze to have a noticeable reaction.

"I'm not a minor, and I'm not pressing charges," Trent repeated.

"Open and close case is fine with me. Okay, then," the police officer said with a grin. He turned me around and uncuffed me. "You're free to go, then," he said. "Apologies for the inconvenience."

"No worries I turned to nod at him then met Trent near the reception desk.

"Thanks," I told him. I reached out a hand, and he shook it.

"My parents were thinking something different," he replied, "Don't worry, I got you."

Mom had followed the police officer to the station and was waiting for me in her car when I was released. Even up to this point, the realisation of what I just went through still hadn't quite dawned on me.

After I entered the passenger side of Mom's Ford sedan, I looked at her. She turned the ignition off and pulled the key to her pocket. Uh, oh.

"What were you thinking?'" Mom snarled at me.

Her eyes were wide open; her cheeks were tense and her lips slightly parted. I'd seen this face many times before and it was never good. It was evident that she was angry with me for brutally assaulting someone, but Mom was actually so short-tempered that she would show similar levels of anger when I accidentally left a drink on the stand next to her chair.

I took a few deep breaths before I responded. Mom could just corner me and make me feel like a little boy so easily it was alarming. I tried to act like a man, and I responded truthfully.

"He had it coming."

Mom looked down at her lap and played with her keys. Her anger seemed to be dissipating, but I was still on edge. She was quiet for half a minute before he responded, always looking down at her lap.

"What you did was stupid, careless and immature. Don't let it happen again," mom said in a firm voice. She reached to put the key back in the ignition and looked to me as she turned the key and fired up the engine.

"And I'm going to need a better explanation than that, young man!" Mom barked, her nostrils flaring.

These kinds of situations weren't that uncommon, but they were spread out enough that I never quite had enough experience to learn how to talk my way out. This was different though. It wasn't just me that was being prosecuted, it included Hana and I didn't want to reveal everything without Hana's permission.

"He was a dick to Hana," I said. I didn't want to be too specific and left it at that.

I saw her right lip bend in a smirk. She put the car in reverse and pulled out of the station. I could barely hear him mutter "that's my son" under her breath. I realised at this point that my heart had been racing. Not from the cop arresting me or from being in handcuffs, but from the ridicule of my mother. Fortunately, we drove in silence the rest of the way home, and I calmed down.

Mom slapped me in the shoulder when I caught up to her at the porch, "Try to be more discreet next time when you're looking out for your sister," she said to me. "I appreciate that you are are looking out for her, but there are better ways to deal with people than violence. I don't want to hear about you getting into any more trouble."

She pulled me in for a warm embrace and said, "I mean it."

I heard her inhale sharply through her nose. Was she crying? Was she scared? Was she proud of me?

"I love you, son," Mom said behind my ear as she rubbed my back.

I smiled at her as she pulled back. "I love you too, mom."

When we entered the house, I was immediately tackled by Hana. I grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled us to the couch.

"Kiba! What happened?" Hana asked, pulling away from me. She was sitting up, leaning towards me with her hands resting on my legs. I was a little uncomfortable with how touchy she was being around mom. Fortunately, Naruto and Shikamaru's moms had left.

I was happy when mom took over the conversation and explained what happened. She had this particular way of 'disarming' our family and told them that it was all a big misunderstanding. Hana sat silently on the opposite side of the couch as mom continued to lecture me, but it wasn't demeaning and frightening like similar situations from the past. She spoke to me like I was an adult, an equal, and it was a pleasant surprise. Honestly, I just wanted to go upstairs and talk privately with Hana, but it didn't seem appropriate to leave the room, all things considered.

I was finally starting to realise the severity of my crime, primarily from Mom and Hana's shocked and scared reactions. So I was happy when everyone calmed down, and we started watching a movie. It was Ironman, and we were watching it on a cable network, so we had to watch commercials, but I didn't care.

As we settled in, with mom sitting in her recliner, I found myself lying down on the couch opposite of Hana. It was later in the evening at this point, and the small amount of light that leaked through the sunroof was slowly starting to fade away, and the living room was soon dark, save for the sporadic light flickering from the television.

(LEMON INCOMING)

Early into the movie, Hana grabbed my foot and peeled off the sock on my right foot and started drawing circles around my big toe with her fingernails. 'Tickling each other's feet' is what we called it and it was a regular activity between the two of us before I left for college. I responded by grabbing her naked foot and immediately running the back of my fingernails from the sole of her foot to the very top, in one quick motion. Hana whole body violently shook momentarily, and she gasped before she playfully nudged me in the side with her foot. Despite countless hours spent tickling each other's feet like this, her feet were still highly ticklish if you knew which buttons to press.

The movie quickly became background noise as I focused more on her small foot. I didn't have a foot fetish, but with one hand on her bare calf for support and my other hand gently caressing her foot, our innocent sibling contact took on a new meaning for me that night. She felt like my girl now, and it felt more like I was holding her, claiming her as mine. Usually, this kind of intimacy between us was mutually beneficial for both of us, as we would both work each other's feet after all, but this time it felt different. As I gently held her leg against me, it felt much more for my own benefit than hers, and my inhibitions were quickly fading.

Hana's attention seemed entirely focused on the television as she mindlessly ran her fingers over my foot. My attention, however, was becoming less and less interested in the eccentric Tony Stark. Eventually, my right hand that was supporting her leg moved on top and pushed her leg against me while it gently caressed the pale skin of her lower thigh. My left side, which was responsible for the tickling, was holding her foot on my chest, like a prop. My fingers would switch between massaging the arch of her foot and gently be petting the top and bottom of her ankle. I knew I was being too openly intimate but mom's gaze was firmly on the television and I couldn't help myself. I was so drawn to her!

Each time the movie went to commercials, I would move my hands to more appropriate places, but as soon as the film came back on, I went right back to selfishly holding her against me and running my fingers over the soft, pale skin of her thighs.

As this continued on, I felt myself getting hard. I had to reposition myself a few times to not make it visible, but as the movie came to a close, my sexual urges were in complete control of my higher functions. As soon as the film ended, I bolted off the couch to the staircase to hide the bulge in my pants and told everyone I was going to bed.

I left my door open so I could stare into the hallway while I lay on my bed and waited. A few minutes later, Hana walked upstairs and stood in front of the bathroom door. She looked at me knowingly from the hallway and slipped into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and stared blankly at my phone while I waited. The usual things that I could do to pass the time weren't working, and my mind was utterly fixated on my sister. On Hana, I thought to myself.

After what felt like hours but was only a few minutes, Hana stepped out of the bathroom with a large white towel wrapped around her body. I quietly snuck out of my room and followed her to her bedroom. Before she could close the door behind her, I interjected and forced myself inside, closing the door behind me.

"Hey! What happened to privacy?" Hana asked with a hint of annoyance.

Her auburn hair was still wet and clung to her body as she stood there, glaring at me. The towel did little to hide her body, and I was nearly drooling at the site of her delicious cleavage and long, smooth legs.

"I'm sorry, I need to see you," I said immediately.

Before she had a chance to respond, I had my arms on her shoulders and was pushing her to her bed.

"What do you think you're doing?" Hana asked before she erupted in giggles.

When we got to her bed, I turned her body around, so she was facing away from me. She barked "hey!" as I gently pushed her upper body onto the bed, exposing the more significant part of her tight ass and forcing her to stand at a ninety-degree angle. With one hand resting on the top of her back, I unfolded the towel and allowed it to fall to her sides.

"You're crazy!" Hana chuckled.

Still, behind her, I got down on my knees and gently pried her legs apart and pulled her towards me. Her sweet pussy and round, womanly ass were on full display for me. This is what I needed.

Hana shivered as I ran my thumb up the centre of her soft pussy lips. Fully exposed to me, my thumbs hooked around the bottom of each ass cheek and pulled them away from each other. Her pretty sphincter was a bright shade of pink that ran down to the bridge between her anus and pussy. I had to see more so I moved my hands and parted her pussy lips with my thumbs and peered inside. Her vaginal walls were more red than pink! I'd never seen anything like it!

"You're so beautiful," I purred.

She was like a drug to me. She was so smooth, so soft and smelled like watermelons and bar soap. Hana's contradicting soft and toned body was on full display for me as I massaged her ass, sometimes spreading her so I could admire her mouthwatering pussy. I sat there for a long time, just caressing and admiring her feminine form. I could get used to being down here, I thought to myself.

Hana asked, "Are you going to do anything down there or just stare?"

I responded by grinding my nose against her ass and pushing my tongue inside her pussy as far as I could reach. Hana's whole body pulsated upon impact, and my hands went to her ass to both spread her and supported her. Despite my nose being crushed against her anus, I could only smell soap and a trace of watermelon, which at this point had become a potent aphrodisiac to me. She squirmed under my hold as my tongue tried to taste as much of her as it could.

"You're so bad!" Hana whimpered before crying out, "Did you..oh shit yeah, that's it, oh!"

I half recognised her trying to say something and reluctantly pulled back for a moment so she could talk. Her body immediately relaxed and collapsed onto the bed.

"Did you at least lock the door?" Hana asked in a breathy moan.

I hadn't, in fact. I said, "Don't go anywhere," to which Hana responded with a playful giggle.

Hana ignored my request and followed me to the door. After turning the lock on her door, I turned around to see Hana standing in the centre of the room, dressed in only her skin. If the short break had doused my passion, the site of her standing there, completely bare, easily reignited it. Her arms were crossed under her large, perky breasts and she was tapping her foot impatiently. Her small, pink nipples were erect and eager for stimulation.

"Alright, where were we?" I said before she jumped into my arms, pushing me against the door.

Her mouth immediately latched to mine. I could tell this was no gentle, loving kiss as she quickly opened her lips and slid her tongue inside my mouth. It was pure, unadulterated lust as my hands roughly groped the spongy flesh of her naked ass cheeks and our tongues danced together inside my mouth. She lured my tongue past her lips and breathed air from my lungs.

Hana's fingers were playing with my hair as I held her. Several times, she would trap my tongue between her lips and suckle on it like a lollipop, and with the silent understanding, I would do the same to her in return. With my left hand groping her ass, I reached between us and started drawing circles around her clit. She responded by kissing me harder and grinding against my hand.

After what felt like ten minutes of wet, passionate kissing, we separated. We were both panting as we stared at each other. Hana's lips were flushed from our long make-out session as mine surely were as well. If it wasn't obvious before, her lust filled glare into my eyes was saying more than words ever could that, at this moment at least, she desperately wanted me.

I closed the distance between us and guided her back to the bed. Like before, I turned her body around once we reached the bed, but she stopped me.

"Wait, wait," she said. "Two can play this game. Take off your pants and lie down."

With no hesitation, I pushed my pants and boxers to the floor in one motion before I was lying down on her bed. I had forgotten to take my shirt off, but neither of us seemed to care. Hana slowly crawled on top of me and positioned her head over my cock.

Hana was practically dripping on my face as I looked up at her pussy. With her knees at my sides, I grabbed her lower back and pulled her down to me and started feasting on her.

"Fuck, yeah!" Hana moaned, a little too loud.

"Shh, you have to be quiet," I warned, but my brain was in conflict with my body. If anything, I was more aggressive in my assault. I sucked hungrily at both of her pussy lips before grinding my tongue inside her as deep as I could reach. She tasted so good!

My hips were moving on their own as my greedy needs got the better of me. I leaned forward as far as our 'sixty-nine' position allowed and tucked my thumb under the base of Hana's head and grasped her hair in my hand. I didn't want to force anything, but I did try to line up her face with my cock. Hana got my message and enveloped the head of my cock between her soft lips. I held her head in place as my hips continued to revolve, causing the first couple inches of my cock to bob up and down inside her wet mouth repeatedly and against her tongue.

We got into a rhythm, and eventually, my hands slid down her back and onto her ass. With my dick firmly in her mouth, I went down on her again. It was like a game of trying to lick up all of her juices as they came, but it was a never-ending struggle.

It was difficult at this angle, but I managed to get a finger inside of her and start fingering her. My mouth was on her clit, licking wildly, and occasionally I would slurp down the length of her slit and swallow her juices.

Hana's mouth continued to move up and down my shaft and eventually became much more urgent. She wasn't quite meeting my pelvis, but she was taking nearly all of me inside her mouth. It was so erotic, her wet, dark auburn hair still clinging to her head and down her back as the room was filled with the sounds of her slurping and sucking on my diamond-hard cock.

I felt my impending climax and doubled my efforts to make her cum. She was producing far too much nectar for me to keep up with anyway, and I focused my tongue on her clit while my finger pounded between her pussy lips as fast as I could move it. Her juices were flying everywhere, hitting my face and chest.

I could feel Hana's body tense up, and her motions began to devour my entire cock. I could feel the bump of her throat relax and allow me entry as her head bobbed wildly up and down. Soon, her fantastic mouth combined with the constant 'squish, squish, squish' of my finger inside her pushed me over the edge.

"I'm cumming, Hana!" I roared in a husky moan.

As I shot directly down her throat, Hana's body spasmed uncontrollably on top of me as she exploded in her own orgasm. I somehow managed to continue stimulating her clit as I shot load after a load of hot semen directly into her stomach.

My arms were wrapped around her lower torso as we both came down from our highs. I heard her gulp down my semen several times-I came a lot!-and I let out a heavenly sigh as she took me back in her mouth to clean me off. Her mouth met the base of my crotch several times before she finally pulled away, gave the head of my cock a wet kiss, and moved to lie down next to me.

Still lying down on my back, my arm went around her shoulders and pulled her into me, possessively, her head resting on my shoulder.

(END OF LEMON)

"Yes, I needed that," I said with a deep sigh. "You're incredible."

"You're not so bad yourself, mister," Hana said as she affectionately rubbed my chest over my shirt. "You practically attacked me!"

Her hair, dishevelled and still a little wet, was bent and crooked in the back from her earlier position and I gently combed my fingers through it.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. You.. do something to me, you know that?" Hana had an arm under my neck and her chin on my shoulder. I noticed a half grin form on her lips.

"Being with you this weekend, Hana, it changed something in me," I continued. "Just being near you... I lose control of myself."

Hana lifted her head off my shoulder and rested it on a pillow as she said, "Uh huh?"

"Yeah!" I immediately responded. "I feel like I'm going crazy when you're not with me!"

I turned to look at Hana and held the side of her face while I caressed her cheek. Her bright hazel eyes were inches from mine as I continued, "It's not just because of how sexy you are, either," I paused for a moment saying, "I hadn't realised how much I missed you."

I gently caressed her cheek for a long time as we stared into each other's eyes. I felt like I was unravelling with my words. I noticed Hana's lower lip started trembling slightly. Being five years younger than her, we were close growing up, and I knew that it was easy for Hana to cry despite her being older. She now reminded me of the little girl version of herself that would cry at the drop of a hat; her bottom lip was protruding over the top one adorably before she would inevitably erupt in tears, usually from something I had caused.

But I felt like an older brother for a change. And to be honest, the feeling was surreal.

"I'll never leave you again, Hana, I promise. I promise to be with you as much as I can from now on," I said, truthfully. "If you'll have me, of course."

Hana's bottom lip slid over her top lip for a moment before she caught it and opened her mouth to take a quick breath. She didn't erupt in tears this time, but her eyes watered as she smiled at me.

"Th-that sounds great to me!" Hana stuttered as she choked back a sob. I could see the muscles in her lips quivering and struggling to cooperate as she spoke.

Still stroking her face, my eyes wandered. Lying on her back, her large, gravity-defying breasts rested comfortably on her chest. Her lovely, pink, eraser-sized nipples were inverted, I realized when they weren't erect. I slid my hand down from her face and down her body to see if I could get one to play. Hana's hand stopped me before I closed in.

"Wait," she said. I couldn't help myself!

"I'm still coming down from your tongue," she laughed. "Plus, I wanted to talk about what happened at the basketball court!"

Up to that moment, the events with Trent felt worlds away. I merely wanted to behold Hana and never let her go. I pulled her to me as she turned onto her side and started rubbing my chest.

Reluctantly, as if speaking about it would break the spell between us, I said, "I didn't plan it."

"No," Hana said, staring at my chest, "but you finished it."

"I don't know. I just..lost it."

"Well, you're lucky he didn't press charges."

"Yeah, I guess," I agreed.

We were silent for several moments before Hana said, "I love you for doing that, you know."

I smiled. "Is that the only reason you love me?" I teased.

"Of course not!" Hana objected, sounding defensive. Her hand was still on my chest, but it wasn't moving. She also wasn't returning eye contact. Did I upset her?

"I love you because you are so sweet to me. And because you look out for me. You're my best friend, and I missed you, too. Only I never stopped missing you."

Hana was still staring at my chest as I processed her words. Why did I have to mention that I had stopped missing her at some point? I definitely hadn't!

I grabbed her hand, and she turned her head and finally made eye contact. "I never stopped missing you, either. I mean it."

Hana, reassured by my words, gently kissed me on the lips. The kiss lingered for much longer than a sister should kiss her brother but we were far past the usual restrictions of a brother-sister relationship.

"So," she said, snuggling back into my arms, "Tell me what happened at the court."

I recalled the story to her as I remembered it, in full detail. I told her how I texted Mia to set up the meeting and how I wanted to hit Trent the second he opened his mouth. I said to her how I made him run to the fence to pick up the basketball after I carelessly let it dribble down the court just to embarrass him and how I bloodied his nose with my elbow. I told her how I picked him up by his hair after kicking him in the gut and practically yelled in his face to stay away from her. Hana's eyes were wide with interest as I spoke.

"Oh," I said, finishing my story. "When we got back to our cars, Mia told me not to text her again." Hana giggled. I thought she would like that part.

"So my bad little brother's just 'gonna beat up anyone who's mean to me, huh?" Hana teased.

"Not always, but I will if necessary."

Hana snuggled into the crook of my neck as I gently combed her hair with my fingers. Eventually, Hana broke the silence and groaned. "I'm gonna need another shower now."

I laughed. "Do you mind if I join you?"

"No, you perv!" Hana barked, slapping me in the chest. She leaned into me and kissed my neck before crawling on top of me. Hana stayed there for a few seconds before rolling off and standing off the bed. I had a great view of her firm, heart-shaped ass as she walked towards the door. Standing in front of the door, she was biting her bottom lip as she half turned to face me.

"Yeah. Okay. Just make sure no one sees you."

Staring at Hana's ass and the side of her boobs quickly flipped my switch back into sex-drive. After she left, I counted down from twenty and followed her, still dressed in only my t-shirt. The house was dark, but the television was still on downstairs. I slowly turned the doorknob on the bathroom door and slipped inside, quietly.

Growing up, Hana and I shared the bathroom. There was a sink on the immediate right of the room upon entering with the shower and toilet on the opposite side. The shower doubled as a bathtub and had a slight incline on the opposite end of the faucet. The white ceramic wall of the shower had enough seating clearance that you could comfortably sit down and lean against the wall.

(SECOND LEMON INCOMING)

Hana was still stark naked, bent over the bathtub turning the temperature knobs as the shower poured over her. Her legs were slightly bent with her knees touching between them. I stood, dumbly, in front of the sink as I stared at her. She was so beautiful; her auburn hair, usually straight and silky smooth, had curled at the ends from the water and lack of attention and clung to her body. Her indecent stance created a gap between her thighs that made me dizzy with lust.

She didn't hear me as I came up behind her and grabbed her hips. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me. As Hana continued to adjust the temperature of the water to her liking, I grinded my dick into the spongy flesh of her ass.

"You're like a hungry dog! Won't leave me alone!" Hana giggled.

My dick had just found the crack of her ass as she turned her body and said, "Down boy, down!"

Hana reflexively covered her mouth as she laughed at her own joke. Turning back around, she pushed the shower curtains open and stepped into the tub. I quickly peeled off my shirt and joined her.

Hana stood in front of the showerhead, letting the warm water flow over her lightly freckled face, her hands and fingers running through her dark hair. I was standing behind her, just admiring her, before I grabbed a bar of soap and started lathering her flat stomach from behind. We took turns, gently rubbing and cleaning the other. Hana giggled as I cleaned under her armpits.

"Don't wanna miss anything," I warned, sliding my soapy hands through the crack of her ass and pulling her into me.

Hana responded by pushing me in the stomach. I felt the edge of the tub at my ankles and sat down on the side of the tub. The white, ceramic wall felt cold against my back.

My hands were still resting on her ass as she stood between my knees. I trailed kisses up her flat belly while my hands played with the flesh of her ass. Eventually, I met the swell of her breasts and took a nipple in my mouth. Watered poured down her body and into my open mouth as I suckled her. I pinched at her small, pink nub inside my mouth, lightly grinding the soft flesh between my teeth. Hana responded by grabbing my head and pulling me into her. Eventually, I switched to her other nipple and gave it the same treatment.

"Oh, yes, yes, that's a good boy," Hana moaned.

After teasing her nipples for a few minutes, Hana pushed my knees together and straddled me, using my legs for support. Her facial expression showed need and desire as she lifted off of me and grabbed my hard shaft before guiding it between her pussy lips. Her eyes were clenched shut, her mouth agape in pleasure and pain as Hana slowly pushed down. She was incredibly wet-and not just from the shower. Her pussy was drenched and felt incredibly warm as her hot lips and pussy walls struggled to accommodate my girth. When she finally met my legs with hers, her face looked strained with signs of discomfort.

"I love you so much!" Hana shouted before she pulled my head to hers and met my lips with hers. We sat like that: my dick fully embedded inside of her and rubbing against her cervix as she kissed me. This wasn't the hungry, uncontrollable kiss from earlier in her bedroom but was filled with love and affection.

Eventually, Hana became more comfortable with my size and placed her hands on the ceramic at my sides and started pushing herself up and down, slowly. She was so tight, I was confident she could feel every bump and ripple of my hard cock every inch its journey as it threatened to flood her womb with my seed.

"Fuck, that feels so good," I moaned. "I'm not gonna last long."

Hana arched her back and placed a hand on the other side of the tub for support and increased her speed. My hips had a mind of their own and met each of her thrusts. From this position, her breasts were on full display and looked enormous on her small frame. One of my hands slid up her smooth legs and belly until it reached her chest. I glided my palm over each mound several times before grabbing a nipple between my thumb and index finger and pinching it between my fingers.

"Oh! Baby, that feels so good!" Hana panted, "Cum inside me!"

I didn't know if Hana was on any form of birth control but at this moment, I didn't care. I wanted nothing more than to keep fucking her, finish inside her, and break all the rules at once.

I felt like I was on the brink of my climax, but her words only aggravated my desire. Hana had one arm wrapped around my neck and the other on the opposite side of the bathtub for support when I reached below her and lifted her up and into my arms. With both her arms wrapped around me and her pussy still snugly sheathing my cock, I pushed open the shower curtains and carried her onto the large plush rug in front of the sink. Her head was inches from the bathroom door as I started thrusting into her in the missionary position. Eventually, my thrusts became more urgent, and Hana wrapped her legs around me and tilted her head up with pleasure.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, don't stop! Don't stop!" Hana cried as I started rapidly plunging into her.

The shower continued to run as Hana's head banged against the door with each greedy thrust of my hips. A dominant, primal force pushed me to enter her as deeply as possible with each intrusion, and soon I was shooting my load deep inside of her. The 'knock, knock, knock' of Hana's head against the bathroom door was only obscured by her approving moans of pleasure. My face found the crook of her neck as I continued to pump into her and shoot wave after wave of my fertile seed into her womb.

The small bathroom was foggy with steam as we embraced each other on the floor. I gave Hanan a kiss on the lips before getting up and sitting down in front of the bathtub.

(END OF THE SECOND LEMON)

"That was..." I started.

"Amazing," Hana said, finishing my sentence.

Afterwards, we went back into the shower briefly to rinse off before leaving the bathroom. Hana turned off the light before she left and I waited a short time, in the darkness, before quietly sneaking out and going to my bedroom to get some clothes. The house was pitch black.

After I got dressed, I glanced at my alarm clock, and it read 10:44 PM. We had been in the shower for the better part of an hour.

We hadn't talked much, afterwards. We both silently understood that we couldn't be seen leaving the bathroom together but beyond that, we hadn't communicated very much information to each other as we wrapped ourselves in towels and dried ourselves. It still felt strange. We were as close as two people could possibly get, yet the idea of going into her bedroom and falling asleep with her felt.. unusual. I contemplated what I should do for a few minutes before I decided to go to her. It was what I wanted to do, of course, and I had promised her that I would be with her every chance I got.

Hana was on her bed under her comforter when I entered her bedroom. The room was pitch black except for a faint light coming off her cell phone. I walked up to her and rubbed her shoulder.

"Do you mind if I.. Uhh... Join you?" I hesitantly asked.

I could see Hana's face brighten in a broad smile as she turned to look at me. "Of course not," she said.

Hana scooted to the edge of the bed to make room for me as I lifted the thick, fluffy blanket and lay down next to her.

"I'm tired," Hana told me.

I draped an arm around her as she turned on her side and snuggled against me. We fell asleep like that, holding each other.

Yeah, so it wasn't really a cliffhanger since I went for the cliché dodge. And I'll be honest with you guys, these lemons are very difficult to write because I have to be 'in the zone' if you know what I mean. ;) Just kidding about the zone part, but it's impossible to create something new.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. Also, don't feel afraid to review.

Have a great day/night!