Story:

Before long, steady footsteps echoed from the corridor on the far side of the bath hall.

A man emerged from its depths, his broad shoulders and strong waist traced in clean silhouette under the moonlight—solid muscle flowing from his shoulders down to the rock-hard ridges of his abdomen, long hair tied high behind his head, swaying gently with each stride.

His was a handsome, ambitious face, brows carrying an innate air of command, yet his lips held a trace of tenderness too faint for most to catch.

Euphy and Kicho were drawn to him at once, both pairs of eyes drifting in unison down his form—from that sharp-featured face, to the chiseled chest, to the imposing outline beneath the covering towel that could not be ignored.

That was, of course, Nobu-kun—Kicho's husband, and the partner of Euphy's one unforgettable night.

But among these three, the relationship had never demanded such rigid definition. All that mattered now was love—and the will to pour it out across every boundary.