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"Did you see that fucking tabloid?" Nemuri's voice sounds panicky as I hear papers shuffle in the background. She called me suddenly late at night. It had been days since the gala, days since Shota stormed into my office, days since Hawks had contacted me. But I understood. He was making a ton of appearances across the country while I was sulking in bed. Appearances that I was made a part of. But his ex-girlfriend, Mirko, was.

I was happy to see Mt. Lady out of the picture, but seeing his ex made me do a double take.

I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me. I didn't know what made me itch more, him being overly affectionate with his ex, or him being overly affectionate with his ex in front of millions of other people. All that love that he seemed to be sharing with everyone but me.

It felt like I was physically running out of time to make him love me.

As if he were slowly slipping away with each step we took.

"If it's another picture with him and Mirko, I'd rather not see it." I grumble, tossing around in my comforter.

"It's a picture of you and hawks from the gala!" Nemuri screeches, and I jolt up.

"What?!" I yelp, a mixture of happiness and fear.

"You two are standing on the balcony giving each other goo goo eyes!" Nemuri gives a girlish scream, but the happiness turns into a buzzing swarm of flies in my gut. I should be happy, right?

Then why do I feel like this is one of the biggest mistakes in my life?

"How the fuck did they get this?" Nemuri ponders, and my mind flashes back to that night.

"I can let you go, if that's what you really want." Hawks whisper, and I can feel his hands loosen. I grip together, burying my face into his shoulder.

"Please, don't leave." My voice croaks, and I hear him chuckle.

Then the flash went off.

My stomach drops. Maybe that's why he hasn't called me.

It's my fault.

"Muri, I gotta go." I hang up before I can hear her protest. I jump up, throwing on the first sweatsuit I see, and jumping into a pair of tennis shoes. I bolt to the door, and open it to reveal Hawks standing there in his hero costume. My breath hitches in my throat as he wraps his arms around me, kissing me hard. I yelp in surprise as our lips continued to tangle, his tongue practically down my throat as I tried to catch my breath.

"Kei-" I try to speak, but he just deepens the kiss, forcing me inside the house, and kicking the door closed.

"Keigo..." I try to push him off, but he grabs my waist with a fearsome grip.

"Shh, please just-" He guides me backwards to my room, fumbling to flip the lights off. I moan as the back of my knees hit my bed, weakening and causing Keigo to tumble on top of me.

He stands up, stripping off his jacket, followed by his shirt.

"Keigo, I'm sorry...the tabloid-" He interrupts me with a quick peck, then starts taking off his pants.

"Babe, it's not your fault." He looks at me, simultaneously shimmying off my pants.

"It's not?" I whisper against his lips. He nods slowly, kissing my neck, then lifting my shirt. Despite being bare, I felt a sort of warmth from his embrace. But it wasn't because I felt loved, no. It was because he was actually encasing me. I couldn't feel anymore alone even if I wanted to.