First message
She was waiting for Akito outside his apartment building when he finally came home late that night.
“Well, look who finally remembered he has a girlfriend,” she said with a smile.
He turned toward her, and she closed the distance, wrapping her arms around him. His hands found her hips automatically, as if out of habit.
“Mia… I’m tired. It was a long day. Let’s see each other tomorrow, okay?” Akito said quietly. Distant. Detached.
She didn’t back off. Mia had never been the type to take no for an answer.
“Then we’re going upstairs, and I’m going to help you relax,” she whispered, taking his hand and leading him toward the entrance.
He didn’t resist.
But he wasn’t eager, either.
He simply let her take the lead, and Mia had always been very, very good at getting what she wanted.
Wherever he’d been disappearing to lately, she wasn’t about to give him up without a fight.