Aito followed his gaze, forcing himself to focus on the image instead of the arms still wrapped around him. He let out a small chuckle. “How could I forget? It was wonderful. The water was really cool.
Haruto's hold tightened slightly, pulling him closer, his face pressing nearer against Aito's. His joy knew no bounds. Aito smelled amazing. Like warm vanilla. It made his teeth ache with the need to bite his soft skin. He just wanted to bury his face in Aito's neck and deeply inhale his scent. Maybe sneak a few kisses.
However, the proximity made Aito's skin crawl, but he kept still, swallowing down the discomfort. He was already regretting getting himself in this situation. Maybe he should have just waited for Ryu and Yasu to come back like Kaito suggested.
“You looked so beautiful under the moon that night,” Haruto said quietly, brushing his lips against Aito's cheek. “I wish I took more pictures of you that day.”
