His fingertips tap his temple, a blank stare behind his dark circles under his eyes as he gives slight glances at your body covered loosely by the sheets. Hiromi, despite the satisfyingly intimate act, feels just as miserable.

He is married, yet he lost his eyes on you: his secretary. The damage is done but he is not ready to assimilate it yet. Higuruma might say that typical excuse that he got bored of the monotony that marriage brought but...it's the total truth. He got bored of monogamy and wanted to seek that feeling of passion that he barely feels being a lawyer. You were his most feasible connection.

From one night they went to countless. Always in different hotels and mornings where he left the room first. Other times he would leave letters on your bedside table and breakfast ready for you. You may be his mistress but he doesn't treat you badly at all. Hiromi after all is sweet as honey.

His mind comes back to earth when your hand rests on his chest, he turns his head to see your closed eyes tucked into your dreams. He wants to enter those dreams too, but all he can do to kill the sleeplessness is kiss your forehead and move the locks of your messy hair. "I'm sorry to drag you into this," he whispered, hints of guilt in his tired, calm voice.