Kai had spent weeks watching Ikenaga from his window, convinced he was the sole keeper of a shameful secret. But the moment she confronted him, the tables turned with dizzying speed. She didn’t call him a pervert. Instead, she looked him in the eyes. Then came the confession that shattered his entire worldview: she had always felt his gaze. The window wasn’t a one-way mirror after all. She knew. She had always known. Kai braced himself for rejection, for the inevitable end of whatever strange connection had begun to form. But, she didn’t hate it. She closed the distance between them. Her hands found his, and her lips brushed against his ear as she confessed that his nightly attention had become something she craved. Ikenaga’s touch was relentless, and Kai found himself drowning in her warmth.
