"Finally, just the two of us," Tatsuya smiled, holding Saori's hand in one hand and their luggage in the other.
Ever since those heated nights on the tour, he hadn't been able to restrain himself. The wait had become unbearable. Impossible. Especially with the memory of her taste and touch still haunting him.
"What's this place?" she asked, stunned by the mesmerizing view of the sea.
"It turned out Kaito's parents own a cozy holiday resort. It seemed nice, so I booked a room for us," he said, his voice growing huskier as a dirty thought crossed his mind about what they'd do to each other soon.
How he would kiss every inch of her body again…
devour her slowly, savouring every moment.
"Are you sure there won't be any tricks here?" she asked suspiciously.
"Why? I mean, what could it be?" he laughed it off, though a chill crept up his spine.
-----*-----
Just then, Yumeko cautiously led Yasushi, whose eyes were blindfolded.
"Where are we?"
"It's always you spoiling me. I thought I'd arrange a romantic weekend for just the two of us," she explained. Her hand was sweaty with nervousness. Yasushi had always been better at arranging things than her, but now it was her turn. Please, just don't let me mess this up!
-----*-----
Sota was holding Saeko's hand.
"So, what's the plan?"
"Nothing special. Just you and me. I thought we deserved some time alone finally. No others, no work."
"Sounds amazing," Saeko chirped. "But then why do you seem so nervous?" she asked.
Sota froze. Does it show that much? Last night, he stayed up all night practicing, imagining how he would propose this weekend.
He heard there's a romantic spot with a beautiful view of the sea here.
They turned the corner and arrived at the spot just as…
… the others did. The three couples collided.
"Huh…?" Yumeko gasped.
"Hell, no…" Tatsuya grumbled.
"Are you kidding?" Sota buried his face in his hands.
"What's going on?" Yasushi pulled the blindfold off as he heard the others' voices.
Just then, Kaito appeared with Aya, both carrying some luggage.
"You bastard!" Sota and Tatsuya turned toward Kaito with the pure determination to punch him.
"What?" Kaito defended himself. "You were the ones who booked the same weekend. When I heard about it, I thought I wouldn't miss a weekend getaway with all of you, so we booked one room for us too. But don't worry, I made sure no one else would come, just us!" he reassured.
Saeko, Saori, and Yasushi laughed heartily, unaware of their partners' frustrations.
Only Sota, Tatsuya, and Yumeko seemed genuinely upset.
-----*-----
"Well, that's what happens when I try to arrange a surprise for a change," Yumeko muttered, completely mortified.
"You and me both," Sota groaned in agreement.
"Why? It was a surprise, for sure," Yasushi chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"I guess, some other time, then," Sota sighed, watching Saeko's happy face, unaware of what he truly meant by it.
Well, so much for the romance, Tatsuya thought to himself. Saori, as if reading his mind, spoke up.
"Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time alone from now on."
"What do you mean?" he asked at the same time as Kaito.
Tatsuya shot him an annoyed glance, as if to say, mind your own business.
"Well, finally I can move in with you."
„What? How?" Kaito reacted even before Tatsuya could. The latter didn't even bother with Kaito, focusing solely on Saori.
"Apparently, I was messing up the air so much at home. Everyone agreed that it's better if I just leave."
Tatsuya stared, wide-eyed. "Does your father know you want to move in with me?"
"He's the one who insisted I move in with you. The only place he actually approves of. Come on, it's like he trusts you more than me," she rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance.
Tatsuya stood there, stunned.
"Thank you for waiting for me so long," she whispered, pulling him into a passionate kiss. One that promised more intimacy than ever before.
-----*-----
A few hours later, the eight of them were lying on sunbeds next to each other on the beach, watching the setting sun.
"It's not so bad like this," Saeko remarked, and the others hummed in agreement.
"Right? How about we do this every year, just the eight of us?" Kaito asked.
„Hell no," Aya opposed.
„Just shut up," Tastuya snorted at the same time.