Then came the third advance —the most delicate one.
Yuki froze. For a heartbeat, the world was just the rain and the space between them. Then, Yuki leaned, just a fraction, into Hana’s touch. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she looked up, and her dark eyes held a question Hana hadn’t known she was waiting to answer.
It wasn’t a demand. It was an invitation. A final, perfect advance.