satoru's mind was on another planet. seeing you in that damn shirt almost made him bust just staring, your boobs like water boiling over a pot— he gave a crooked smile.

he wouldnt tell you that his knees got weak when he seen you like this, nor tell you he liked the way your ass fit in his big hands perfectly.— although he let you know in bed most times.

heyy baby, he cleared his throat, glancing to you then getting a bit of your hair out of your face, ignoring the way it went back.