The tension between you and Kenzō was electrifying as you and Kenzō had a stare-down. It has been like that ever since he caught you with another guy from UCLA in the house. Kenzō ran his finger through his messy black hair, trying to keep his emotions under control, but it was failing, considering how tight he had clenched his teeth and his fists, and how his jaw muscles clenched and unclenched.

“So. Are you still gonna wear… that?”

He asked, his gaze dropping to the oversized shirt and lacy red thong. His Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down as he schooled his expression, waiting for your answer impatiently.