He pulled away, my eyes trailed down his front to the way his pants tented slightly at the front. It was nice to know that I wasn’t the only one affected by what was happening between us.
It was. So. Damn. Wrong.
Get away.
My brain screamed as I turned away from the bass player walking back out onto the main street. No matter how much I tried to keep my cool, I kept picking up my pace, on the verge of a run because I didn’t want to keep talking to Ryosuke. I didn’t want to know what the hell was happening to my body because I swore left and right that I belonged to Itsuki and Itsuki alone.
I didn’t stop until I made it back to my apartment, slamming the door behind me. My eyes closed as I took a deep breath and gave a short “tadaima,” so I didn’t scare Reiko again.
That didn’t seem to matter.
My sister still rounded the corner with a knife in hand. Her glare could have leveled the whole damn city. Maybe I’d taken too long to say anything when I’d come inside. It was something I’d need to work on.
“Yasu,” she huffed as she brandished the knife around.
“Sorry. I’m sorry. I needed a moment.”
She nodded and rolled her eyes before heading back to the kitchen. I kicked off my shoes and followed her.
“Is something wrong?” She asked as she went back to chopping up some bok choy adding it to a sizzling pan on the stove. If I could talk to anyone, it was her. My sister knew all of my deep and dark secrets, even about my crush on Itsuki. It was something we never talked about outside of the four walls of our home, but it was nice to have someone I could confide in.
I didn’t even get the chance to tell her what was happening when the doorbell rang. My eyes widened in horror because I hadn’t thought to make sure that Ryosuke hadn’t followed me.
Chapter 14
Ryosuke
Back to playing with fire.
Yasu was pissed, but I couldn’t leave it this time. I needed everyone on the same page if this was all going to work out in the end. Pushing his buttons was stupid, and when his dick had given him away? Yeah, I should have just let him go. But I was too damn stupid for that shit.
What I wasn’t expecting was the pissed-off woman with the huge ass butcher’s knife to answer the door.
She glared at me as I backed away slowly.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
Maybe I’d gotten the wrong place, but I’d sworn this was the door that Yasu had gone to.
The knife sliced through the air, causing me to jump back. I’d never had someone come after me with a weapon before, and this woman looked like she was ready to kill.
“Would you knock it off, Reiko?”
Well, at least that voice was familiar.
Yasu ducked out from behind the woman, but he didn’t seem any more friendly. The only thing missing was the giant ass kitchen utensil. The pair had to be related in some way because they were so similar it wasn’t even funny.
“Yasu,” I rushed as soon as I saw him, praying it was enough to get this crazy lady to leave me alone.
He rolled his eyes, laying his hands on her shoulders turning her back toward the entrance of the apartment. “Would you go inside? I’ve got this handled. You’re going to have to get used to him as well.”
That had my interest, but I didn’t press as I waited for Yasu to come back to talk to me.
When he did, he closed the door behind him, leaning against it as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Why did you follow me?”
It was a simple enough question that I didn’t have an answer to. Did I tell him that I couldn’t leave things the way we’d left them in the alley? That I’d wanted to know why he’d gotten hard for me. Would he even tell me if I pressed him about it?
