She reached for her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she tapped Haruki's contact.
The screen lit up.
Calling…
She pressed it to her ear, heartbeat echoing in the silence.
One ring… two…
No answer.
Her brows furrowed. She pulled the phone away, stared at the screen, then quickly tapped again, calling once more.
Still nothing.
She stared at the ceiling, pouting softly.
Inside her mind.
Mou Haruki… pick up the call…
Why now? When her whole body was hot, when she needed to hear his voice, feel that calm, low whisper only he could give her, why now was he sleeping like a log?
She glanced at the time.
2:14 AM.
"…Ah…" she mumbled under her breath. "No wonder…"
Her cheeks puffed slightly in mock annoyance as she fell back against the futon, clutching the pillow close.
Mou… Haruki!!
Her thighs shifted restlessly beneath the blanket.
She stared at the ceiling, her face flushed and lips parted as she whispered with a breathless huff,
"Just you wait…"
