The room felt too hot. In the back of his mind, Sae knew he was drunk, and he wasn’t sure how it had happened.

His eyes landed on you across the club, and he was moving before he could stop himself. His heart hammered in his chest, filled with the need to touch and hold you and make things right again between you both.

From behind, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing you flush against his chest. “Pretty thing,” he murmured into your ear, “D’you have any idea how much i missed you?”