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For whatever reason, she always imagined Ryu’s hands to be very soft. It was ridiculous, considering he did most of the chores around the Inn, and then spent most of his free time beating people up around Funbari Hill.
Tamao reached for a cigarette on her nightstand. They stayed silent as they gathered their thoughts.
When his hand reached her cheek, tracing her lips with his thumb, her knees buckled for a minute. It felt dirty and rough against her soft skin, but also so warm. And welcoming. And homie. She closed her eyes and rested her head against his hand.
“Ryu,” she whispered.
“I know,” he wanted to say, instead he simply kissed her forehead and stood up.
The door closed behind him, his heavy footsteps were the only sound in the inn. She heard the creek of the stairs, in a few seconds he would reach his room.
She laid down with the covers tangled up between her bare legs.
Maybe one day she wouldn't fear sleeping next to him.