DRIVEN

3

a/n: long chapter ahead! but bear with me please 😵‍💫

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Amara sipped her coffee, letting the fresh morning air clear her mind. For a moment, the recent troubles seemed to fade away.

The morning breeze felt nice on Yuno's balcony, and when he sneaked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, everything seemed a little better.

"Good morning. You're up early," Yuno whispered, planting soft kisses on her neck, right where he'd left his marks.

"Yeah, I woke up hungry," Amara replied, tilting her head to the opposite side to give him more access.

"We can order in, you know," Yuno suggested, holding her a bit closer.

"No, I'm okay," Amara tells him as she turns around to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck "Besides I gotta go home."

A sigh of disbelief escaped from Yuno's lips as he hears this, but he'd already expected that their get-together would always come to an end.

They're not in a relationship after all.

"Can you stay for a bit more?" Yuno asks her as he pulls her closer to his embrace by hugging her around her waist.

Amara looks up at him, pushes his little strands of hair to the side. With a smile, she says "I can."

With that, Yuno shows his gratitude by leaning in closer for a kiss, and Amara gladly accepts this and reciprocates.

Amara isn't inlove with Yuno. They both knew that this setup was just an escape for the both of them whenever they needed to de-stress.

However, the way he handled her and took care of her made it seem like they were a couple.

During sex, he'd sometimes tell her he loves her. But it was probably just because of the heat of the moment.

...Right?

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It has already been an hour since Amara started her shift. It was a busy night. Making drinks left and right and serving customers just seemed to come to no end.

"Here's your Long Island and a basket of chili cheese fries. Is that all?" Amara asked the man on table 6.

"Mhm. Right on,"  pThe white-haired man says. He looked at her with a smile and immediately she were stricken by his blue eyes.

God, what a beautiful man.

As she was taking her leave, another man sat across him. He was tall and beautiful too. He had a long dark hair and had it tied up in a man bun.

They looked like models.

"Satoru, we're not here to eat, you know." The long-haired man told the blue-eyed man.

Satoru... At least I know his name now. Amara thought.

Their conversation began to faint as Amara came closer to the bar. From there, she continued serving the other customers.

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Hours has passed and it was almost closing time again. Amara greeted the customers as they took their leave.

"Hey," Amara's attention was once again caught by the same blue-eyed guy from table 6.

Satoru.

"Hi, yes?" Amara answers. Her heart was about to beat out of her chest, but she maintained professionalism.

"I'm Satoru, this is Suguru. We um," Satoru pauses as he looks at the man standing behind him,

"We were wondering if we could check out the back of this bar." Suguru finishes Satoru's sentence without hesitation.