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Yor seemed to be taking longer than expected. He knew she had gone out with some friends, and he was glad Yor was getting along with her coworkers, but that unsettling feeling of worry refused to leave him.
Hours went by, and Twilight began to wonder if it might be best to go after her. He knew Yor — a strong woman, yes, but excessively naïve and far too weak when it came to alcohol. It was driving him out of his mind; every time he imagined what could happen to her, his heart faltered. And still, he feared overstepping and making Yor uncomfortable with his interference…
What if she had been kidnapped by enemies who had discovered Twilight’s identity?! Or run over because she got careless after drinking? What if someone followed her and—
He was so caught up in worry that his guard was down — dangerously down. He didn’t even notice the doorknob turning, revealing a clumsy, slightly tipsy Yor stepping inside, smiling at Loid.
“Thank God.”
Loid felt an enormous weight lift off his shoulders; his legs finally steadied, but his heart remained restless. He couldn’t help being angry at Yor — because she had made him so damn worried.
“Yor! Do you know what time it is? I waited for you for hours! You could’ve called me from wherever you were.”
“Hm?”
He walked toward her — this graceful, adorable woman staring at him like a lost little animal — and suddenly he found himself almost giving up on scolding her at all.
“Look… I just… I worry about you too much. We’re like a family now, you know? What would Anya do without you?”
Loid felt cold sweat forming as he heard himself speak. It was painfully obvious he wasn’t talking about Anya, but talking about himself. He hoped Yor was drunk enough not to notice how nervous he was, step by step coming closer, while she stood there not thinking much about anything.
“A-and I know you don’t owe me any explanations. I shouldn’t even be lecturing you. I just let my concern take over and now I’m bothering you, I apolo—”
Smuch
Smuch?
She was kissing him?
What?
What??
Loid’s heart felt like it was about to launch itself out of his chest. He hadn’t been caught off guard like this in years.
Yor’s lips were warm, tasting strongly of martini. Her little face was so close he thought he might have a heart attack.
Milliseconds stretched into full minutes inside Twilight’s hyperactive mind.
At 6 milliseconds, he suspected she might be lowering his guard to ambush him.
At 17 milliseconds, he wondered if she felt pressured to meet his expectations — after his speech, maybe she thought she had to respond and—
At 30 milliseconds, he stopped thinking altogether.
At two-tenths of a second, he surrendered.
But when Yor ran her tongue over his lips, lightning struck him — his senses snapped back instantly.
He gently pushed her away by the shoulders, staring into her beautiful ruby eyes.
“Yor… what?”
She look at him with that gorgeous little smile, her bright eyes half-closed, cheeks pink and glowing. She looked like artwork, and Loid, Twilight or [censored], whoever he was — all of them felt are too overwhelmed to breathe.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me, darling. You’re the perfect husband.”
Her voice was slow and sloppy, full of little pronunciation mistakes typical of a very drunk Yor.
She cupped Loid’s face in her long, delicate hands, caressing him with incredible tenderness. She gave him another quick kiss before slipping away, disappearing into her room as mysteriously as she had arrived.
Twilight, after hearing the door close, collapsed onto the floor. His legs simply gave out, and his heart felt like it was about to burst out of his throat. His face was incandescent red, his expression twisted in pure shock.
He covered his face with both hands, trying to calm himself down — breathing exercises, self-discipline techniques — he even considered striking a vital point to slow his heart, but stopped before going too far. He stood up.
He walked to his room, pausing at the brunette’s door — the woman who had stolen his breath away.
Touching his lips, he felt his sanity slipping.
He lay down and accepted his fate. He knew he wouldn’t sleep that night.
...
At 7 a.m., the hour his day officially began, he was too exhausted to function as Loid. He had simply given up on trying to make sense of anything anymore.
He prepared breakfast on autopilot. Anya went to school, muttering something like, “Papa is all silence, weird.”
He accepted it — even his six-year-old daughter found him abnormal. And it was Yor’s fault.
Who told her to walk in with that ethereal look and that beautiful smile? Who told her to kiss him?! Damn her!
She had destroyed the years of self-control Twilight had built as the professional he was. He didn’t realize it, but he was even angrier than yesterday.
And worst of all, he knew that she wouldn’t remember. One of the thousand details he’d observed about Yor was her severe alcohol-induced amnesia, and he wanted to throw himself off a bridge for being the only one doomed to be haunted forever by that indescribable kiss.
Then the cause of all his torment — and his sleepless night — appeared.
She looked terrible, rubbing her head, clearly with a headache.
He wanted to flick her forehead ten times… and kiss her a million more.
Oh, shut up, Twilight.
She approached with a little pained pout, greeting him with a “good morning.”
She was about to compliment breakfast like she always did, he normally loved it, but today he wanted to pin Yor to the wall and kiss her senseless—
Shut up, Twilight.
“Wow! Everything looks—”
She looked at Loid’s face and frowned.
“Tired—”
She looked worried.
“Are you alright, Loid? I hope you’re not sick or anything.”
He looked at her with a hint of resentment, heart pounding far too fast, heat rising to his face.
He laughed bitterly and muttered something about being perfectly fine.
He knew he was being ridiculous, and that Yor had been totally irrational the previous night. But she deprived him of an entire night of sleep, slowed down his brain from overuse, and sent his heart into chaos — at this rate he could develop chronic high blood pressure — so yes! He had the right to be mad.
His brain was fried. Yesterday’s mental overload had caused a complete burnout, it even showed in Twilight’s appearance. He had gone many days without sleep before, but nothing was as exhausting as trying to understand Yor Briar and control his feelings for her.
Then a stupid idea hit him: “She’s going to find out what it feels like to be confused for hours on end.”
A few minutes later, Yor returned, dressed for work as usual.
She lit up his world with that lovely face and enchanting smile.
“See you later, Loid!”
He moved toward her, using whatever strength his tired body had left, only catching up as she opened the door.
And then he did exactly what his heart and his exhausted, useless mind told him to do. He hugged her from behind, wrapping his arms around her warm, comforting waist, and pressed a kiss between her cheek and neck.
He immediately realized he had gone too far. He wanted to die.
He was so stupid. So, so stupid.
She turned around with the widest eyes and the reddest face he had ever seen. It was almost funny.
“S-sorry, Yor—I tripped. See you later!”
He hurried away with his face in flames, cursing himself for generations to come.
Suddenly, a hand stopped him — she had grabbed him from behind. At that moment, he accepted the slap, humiliation, whatever was coming. He deserved it.
But Twilight felt Yor’s weight collapse on him; they both fell to the floor as Yor clutched his shirt.
He closed his eyes, bracing for impact — yet the impact was a kiss.
They kissed.
And kissed.
And—
Well, Loid and Yor became a couple who kiss when leaving or arriving home. Now Yor finally had real experiences to share with her friends — though she usually avoids it out of pure embarrassment.