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10

"Why don't you get a real girlfriend?" I asked, glancing at Kaname out of the corner of my eyes. Admittedly, I was glad that he didn't have a real girlfriend, but his problem would solve itself if he had a girlfriend.

"That's none of your business," Kaname replied coldly.

Huffing, I averted my gaze. Outside, the lights that lined the highway flickered alive, casting a yellow glow on Kaname. Sharp shadows danced over us as we passed the lights.

"It is when you decide that I'm a convenient fake girlfriend," I muttered under my breath, folding my arms in front of my chest.

"It's mostly work related," Kaname explained, shrugging lightly.

"Is Club Buddha a host club?" I asked, frowning when Kaname started laughing loudly.

"You could call it a host club, I guess, although, officially, we're not."

"You would feel guilty if you seduced those women while you're in a relationship?"

"Huh? Where did you get that inane idea?" Kaname asked, looking at me with a mocking grin.

"So, you have no conscience whatsoever," I remarked drily, wondering who was the inane one here.

It was difficult to tell whether Kaname was lying or telling the truth, but in the end, it didn't matter. The promise I had made kept popping up.

"Oh. A traffic jam," I noticed, pointing at the line of red headlights in front of us.

"This can take a while," Kaname scowled, tapping at the steer impatiently. The irregular rhythm was bearable for the first ten minutes, in which we didn't move one single inch. Then, irritation started to bubble inside me.

Quietly, I stared at Kaname moving fingers, willing them to still with a glare. They didn't.

Hesitantly, I covered his hand with mine, pressing the fingers flat against the steer. Although I didn't use any force, Kaname's fingers followed the movement of my hand.

"[L/N]?"

That touch had turned the atmosphere in the car to awkward in a matter of seconds. It took every bit of courage I had to lift my gaze.

He was smiling gently, seemingly not bothered by the skin contact at all.

"It was annoying." Any moment from now, he would pull his hand away, I knew. Hadn't he told me that the promises we had made were always on his mind? We both knew that if he didn't jerk his hand away, I would start hoping for more. Nevertheless, undoubtedly knowing all that, Kaname didn't budge, his fingers still under the palm of my hand.

Regardless of the tension between us, which was only partly caused by the awkwardness of our situation, I didn't withdraw my hand, stretching the moment out.

I didn't know how long we had been sitting in silence, neither of us moving when Kaname reached for the gear lever, my hand falling back to my side limply.

"Thank you for bringing me home." I shut the door behind me, heading to the entrance of the apartment complex. Kaname didn't drive away until I had opened the door to the complex, which was surprisingly gentlemanly.

He knew so much about me by now, but I barely knew anything about Asahina Kaname. Although I used his first name to address him, he was more or less a stranger to me. At the same time, I had already spent more time with him than with most of my dates.

When I had learnt about his last name today, I wavered for a moment, wondering whether I should use his last name instead. However, I had recalled what had happened the last time I had unexpectedly used Kaname's name and decided against it.