That approach had failed spectacularly today given Yuki had been glued to his arm from the second they stepped into the aquarium—resting her head against his shoulder as they walked, laughing at jokes that weren't even funny, and pretending she wasn't inhaling his scent every time she leaned in close like a girl trying to sneak a hit off her favorite drug.
She was still pretending.
He was still letting her.
So, he had expected the safe, conservative ending.
The polite little goodbye at the door.
The soft "thank you for today" paired with that shy smile, the door clicking shut between her, and the inevitable text fifteen minutes later telling him she had a wonderful time—as if the entire day hadn't already screamed that truth into both of them.
Instead—
She invited him inside.
