The air in the studio was thick enough to taste, heavy with the musk of arousal and the intoxicating scent of skin. Haruka was a wreck of beautiful, trembling nerves, caught between the crushing weight of her guilt and the undeniable, pulsing heat radiating from the two people flanking her.
Ellie, sensing the final barrier of Haruka's hesitation, leaned in even closer. Her lips brushed against Haruka's temple but not too close, her breath warm and smelling faintly of wine.
"And why are you worrying about Ren, Haruka?" Ellie whispered, her voice a silken thread of pure temptation. "You think he's sitting around pining for you?"
"You think he's waiting by the window?" She let out a low, knowing chuckle that vibrated against Haruka's skin. "Ren is far too occupied with Stanley."
"They've been lost in their own world of intellect and passion for hours."
"They won't be looking for us anytime soon."
