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'𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬'
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.
(𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲- 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬; 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠- 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞; 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡- 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮)
𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫/𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫! :) 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧'𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!!
*𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝*

Should I feel guilty for falling like I said I shouldn't? Should I hate myself for almost sleeping with the guy I keep warning myself of?

I would have thought so two days ago, but things have changed since last night. When Rin told me his secret the other night, I would have never thought I'd be so soon to share mine.

Iwa and Toru hate my involvement with Ukai. They hate that it puts me in more danger than they account for. So, I understand why they want no part in it.

When I told Rin, I thought he'd react the same way. But the fact that he's in my bed, arms wrapped around my body, and sleeping as peaceful as ever, proves he's nothing like that.

Now I don't feel so bad.

I thought about kissing him yesterday and the day before that. I know I'll think about kissing him tomorrow and the day after that. And some more days after those days.

I think about kissing him slowly and tracing my fingers along his lips. I think about kissing him in the car, in the rain, on our doorstep. I think about kissing his dimples, his cheek, his forehead. I think about kissing only him and not anyone else.

Just him.

I knew Rin cared about me. It's obvious after he's saved my life countless times and thinks I need protection from Sakusa, but I never knew how much he cared about things beyond me and his job. He cares for these victims just as much as I do and that's more than enough to make me fall for him ten times over.

All I can do is watch him sleep right now. For the first time in a couple of days, he's at peace. Rin's skin, always fawn, had burned and freckled under Vegas's sun. Now with his stunning and tan complexion, the light shining from the window causes him to glow like no other. Even his light snores make me smile after what he told me last night.

He's so beautiful.

I'm so fucked.

"I can feel you staring at me, Angel." He smiles, eyes still closed and grip getting tighter around my waist. His morning, raspy voice almost makes me melt in his arms right here.

"I didn't want to wake you." I push his messy hair out of his face.

"Does this trafficking thing actually start right now?" His eyes flutter open. "Because as much as I want to help you save those sweet babies, it feels like I haven't slept in a lifetime."