It was already eight in the morning when Haruki woke up according to the digital clock on the nightstand. Haruki turned and looked at the man whose hand was around his waist.
He had a chance to vent enough frustrations. Well, that was what he chose to believe as he looked at the man's peacefully resting face.
Hiroshi's lips were loosely closed as though inviting him to dive in. He swallowed and looked away wondering what was wrong with him if he was already feeling this way after what happened last night.
He heard a low deep hum from the man behind him. He turned nonchalantly to meet the gaze of the man. The warmth flowing out of the man's light brown eyes seemed to be a flood after what happened last night.
He hated that someone saw him at the lowest he had been since he became chairman. Could be a lower position than him masking his tears with laughter? And why the hell did his eyes get teary in the first place?
