Erito - Rina Kawamura - Best Friend-s - Girlfrien...

“You’re staring,” she said, not looking up from the couch where she was curling her legs beneath her.

“No. You were perfect. That was the problem.” Erito - Rina Kawamura - Best friend-s girlfrien...

Her breath caught. A tiny, involuntary sound. And then she was leaning forward, and he was leaning forward, and the space between them collapsed like a star going dark. The kiss was not gentle. It was hungry, desperate, the kind of kiss that happens when two people have been drowning separately and finally find a single piece of wreckage. Her hands fisted in his shirt. His fingers tangled in her damp hair. The cobalt ink smeared between them. “You’re staring,” she said, not looking up from