As much as his mind wanted to wrestle with him over it, Renji knew it was her.
Quickly, he got up from the bed, dusted his face and combed his hair back like he was preparing to go out on stage, and then with an anxious hand, he reached for the doorknob.
The knock came again, silent and nervous.
Renji swallowed hard and opened the door slowly, inch by inch, the hinges giving a faint creak that made his heart drum dramatically.
There, framed in the hallway's dim sconce light like a forbidden vision, stood Miyako Endo.
Renji's heart pounded faster when he saw what she was wearing.
Her slender, curvaceous figure was draped in a blue lace nightgown that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
The lace was delicate, almost sheer in places, a deep sapphire hue that shimmered with every subtle movement she made.
It was like her second skin, clinging to her body.
