Chapter 132: Love’s Gentle Rhythm ( 132 )

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Chapter 132 of "A Love I Shouldn't Feel" kicks off with thrilling moments: Chapter 132: Love’s Gentle Rhythm ( 132 ) That night. The quiet hum of the seaside breeze... Read more!

Chapter 132: Love’s Gentle Rhythm ( 132 ) That night. The quiet hum of the seaside breeze slipped through the slightly open window as they sat together at the dinner table. Just the two of them. Simple dishes. Soft lighting. Haruki was smiling between bites. "Tomorrow... you have work?" she asked quietly. "Yeah," Haruki nodded, setting down his chopsticks. "But as usual... I won’t be long." Kyouko smiled and tilted her head. "Do you want me to wake you up?" He looked at her for a moment, and smiled. "Sure... if you don’t mind." "I don’t," she said gently, eyes glowing. By the way, I’ve moved my things to the next room." Haruki blinked, then gave a subtle nod. "I know," he said, quietly. "So... when they come and check..." Kyouko gave a small, knowing smile. "So everything looks proper." Kyouko stood gracefully, gathering the bowls and plates with practiced ease. "I’ll wash these," she said softly, already carrying them toward the sink. "Let me help," Haruki said, starting to stand. She glanced over her shoulder with a gentle smile. "You should go and rest." "At least let me dry," he insisted, walking to her side. "Besides... we’re living together for two months, right?" Kyouko let out a soft, airy laugh as she turned on the tap. "No~ even if we live here together for two months, we’ll still have plenty of time in Tokyo later." Haruki leaned his hip against the counter beside her, smiling. "Yeah... but here..." He looked at her. His voice softened. "Here, we can sleep together. Hug each other. In the same bed." Kyouko paused, hands moving slowly in the warm water. Then she looked up at him. "Mm..." she nodded faintly. "That’s true." Their eyes met for a long, soft moment. Haruki reached for a towel. "I’ll dry," he said. Kyouko smiled and passed him the first dish without a word. That night. The bedroom was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Kyouko stood for a moment, looking at the bed. This wasn’t the first time she’d had sex with Haruki. They had already made love—many times. But this.. This was the first night she would sleep beside him. Really sleep. Hold him. Be held by him. As a woman. Not just a body he had taken, but a partner she could rest with. The thought made her chest tighten with emotion. She took a gentle breath and moved to the edge of the bed, the cool air brushing against her skin as she lifted the blanket and slowly slipped underneath. She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, then settled on her side, facing the bathroom door. Her hand rested near his pillow. Calm yourself, she whispered silently in her mind. A soft smile formed on her lips. She waited quietly, her heart steady but warm, listening to the faint sound of water from the bathroom. He’d be out soon. And tonight—they would sleep in each other’s arms. Like lovers who didn’t need to hide. The bathroom door eased open with a soft click. Haruki stepped out, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair slightly damp from the shower. His gaze immediately found her—lying on the bed in a gentle, delicate nightgown. The fabric clung softly to her curves, and the warm glow of the lamp cast a tender light over her skin. Kyouko turned her head slowly, meeting his eyes. He smiled gently. Without a word, he moved toward her side of the bed and slipped beneath the covers. She turned toward him, and he leaned in to kiss her—soft, lingering. When their lips parted, he pulled her gently into his embrace. Kyouko nestled against his chest, pressing close as her arms wrapped tightly around him. Her body fit perfectly against his. Her breathing was calm and steady. His hand moved along her waist, over the gentle curve of her hips, soothing her back with slow, comforting strokes. "Haruki..." she whispered, muffling her voice against his chest. "Hmm?" he murmured softly. But she didn’t reply.She simply kept her face pressed against his chest. Haruki held her even tighter, resting his chin lightly on her head. Neither of them spoke. Because tonight, there was nothing that needed to be said. Only the quiet presence of each other. The warmth. The unspoken love—the kind that didn’t need words, but was real in the way they held each other close. At midnight, Kyouko stirred gently beneath the sheets, her eyes fluttering open. There was warmth—an arm firmly draped around her waist. A hand rested against the small of her back, holding her close. She blinked softly in the dim light, then turned her head and smiled. It was... Haruki. He was still asleep, his breathing steady and gentle, his body pressed close to hers. His face—so calm, so relaxed. She thought: It’s been so long. So long since anyone held her like this while she slept. So long since she’d felt something this real. She studied him silently. His jawline—sharp and masculine. His lips—soft, parted slightly in sleep. His skin—smooth and warm against hers. Handsome. Young. And his physique—the kind women only dream of. Lean muscle. Strong chest. Defined arms. The kind of body that made hearts flutter just by looking. And now...it was holding her. All of him—wrapped around her. She exhaled slowly and gently leaned forward, burying her face softly against the side of his neck. The scent of him filled her lungs—clean, faintly masculine, uniquely his. Haruki’s arm instinctively tightened around her as he slept, pulling her flush against him. Chest to chest. Skin to skin. No space between them. Kyouko closed her eyes. A gentle, quiet smile touched her lips. She wasn’t cold. She wasn’t alone. From tonight on... She no longer had to sleep in silence. No more curling up and pretending it didn’t matter. No more quiet longing. Because now... Her man. Her Haruki... Held her. Cherished her. Wanted her. And she was finally...happy. Truly. Deeply. Completely. She pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder and whispered. Thank you... for loving me this way. Dawn was breaking. The sky outside the window had just begun to lighten, faint streaks of indigo coloring the room. Soft waves of sound whispered from outside, barely audible. Inside the bedroom, only one sound persisted. Slap... slap... slap... The slow, rhythmic kiss of skin meeting skin. Kyouko stirred. Her brows furrowed faintly, lips parting as her breath hitched. And then— She felt it. A deep, slow sensation inside her. Thick and steady. "Ha... Haruki...?" she whispered, eyes fluttering open. Still caught between sleep and wakefulness. But the moment she realized what was happening, It hit her. ( End Of Chapter )

Chapter 132: Love’s Gentle Rhythm ( 132 )

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