This is a secret memory that I will never be able to forget. For a friend who was going back to her hometown to give birth, I ended up teaching her husband, Akira, how to cook. After that, I visited his house several times, but in the space where it was just the two of us, words that made me conscious of being a woman would slip out unexpectedly, or accidental skin contact would make my heart flutter. One day, suddenly, Akira kissed me, and despite rejecting him with my words, I couldn't suppress the blazing desire...
