As the elevator doors slid shut behind them, the quiet of the hallway wrapped around Kyouko and Haruki like a veil.
They walked side by side, the only sound their soft footsteps on the carpet.
Kyouko held the keycard gently, her thoughts drifting.
Why now…?
Why did my period come early?
They were here.
Alone.
Together.
If not for this…
We would've had a real honeymoon.
No guilt.
No rushing.
Just the two of them, all night, in each other's arms.
She swallowed softly.
He would've kissed every inch of me.
Held me. Devoured me.
We would've made love until sunrise—again, and again.
Just imagining his touch made her skin feel warm.
We could've enjoyed each other's bodies… completely.
Her hand trembled slightly as she reached for the door.
She glanced at Haruki—he hadn't said a word.
But she knew.
He was thinking the same thing.
The keycard beeped.