"You really are terrible at hiding things, you know," Kouta said softly, his thumb tracing light circles on the back of her hand. "I’ve known for a while. And I've been waiting for you to be ready to tell me."
Meika took a deep breath, feeling the familiar, frantic thumping of her heart against her ribs. She looked at him—really looked at him—and felt the wave of affection that she had tried so hard to suppress for months. It was overwhelming, terrifying, and absolutely beautiful. ⚡ "You really are terrible at hiding things, you
Today was the day she had promised herself she would finally be honest. No more playing the perfect, composed maid. No more hiding behind polite smiles and deflected glances. She looked at him—really looked at him—and felt
"I knew," he confirmed, leaning in closer until she could smell the faint scent of laundry detergent on his uniform. "Because I feel the exact same way about you, Meika. I love you. All of you. Emotions and all." No more playing the perfect, composed maid