Aya sighed and laid the book aside. It could not hold his interest. Monday afternoon and he felt like doing absolutely nothing. Michel and Yuki tended the shop.
Neither one of them had classes due to some obscure holiday or other.
He got up from his leather lounge chair and stared moodily out of the window. Chloe had been absent from their bed when Aya had woken that morning.
With not even a hint of warmth next to him to prove there’d been anyone there at all.
Aya glanced at the unmade bed. The covers thrown back and trailing the floor. It was so unlike him to leave anything so untidy. Maybe Ken was rubbing off on him after all.
The thought of Aya’s absent lover sent a pain arrowing through his chest.
Just a month since they’d put a damaged and heartsick man on a plane to hopefully someone that could help him. Back to Japan…and back to where it all began.
Aya wondered constantly how Ken was doing. Oh he’d gotten a few brief phone calls from Mamoru that Ken was fine and they were taking good care of him.
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