Gotou's throat bobs against the heel of my hand as he swallows, and some part of my mind's telling me I should let go of his face, which I do, very reluctantly, fingers dragging on his skin.

I put my hands on my knees, where they're safe and I can keep them under control. He's alarmed, and really has every right to be so. I kissed him twice without permission.

But I keep his gaze, and show him the vulnerability in my own eyes, trying to comfort the fear in his own.

"It's not because of you. I locked me in a thirteenth-floor office. Because...I wouldn't have been able to tell you, otherwise."