Page 63 of Summer Haze & Tokyo Craze

When I find him again, I can tell he’s taking his assignment very seriously. He's looking at all kinds of different toys—from nipple clamps to vibrators, from regular vibrators to other tentacle-looking stuff—until he freezes and bursts into laughter, reaching for something on the shelf.

"No way!" He pulls packaging out of the shelf and I walk closer, confused. From afar, it kind of looks like a science kit for kids.

"What's that?" I ask him curiously, and he pushes it into my hands. I turn it, trying to find out what it is, but I’m just not getting it.

"Listen, even if you don't buy this, I will. Because this is a fucking kit that lets you cast a penis and turn it into a personalized vibrator. At least according to the phone translator."

He grins and promptly takes it out of my hands to clamp it under his arm. I swallow past the twinge of jealousy that's rising up my throat when pictures of him using it for someone else flash through my mind.

Then again, why would I keep a dildo resembling the cock of a man I used to sleep with? That seems weird and hung up.

"That's fun," I force myself to say and then turn my back to him, pretending I’m still looking around, gulping down the bile rising in my throat.

I hate this.

By the time we walk out of the store, both of us have at least two items dangling down our arms in bags. The kind of bags that look so innocuous that they might as well scream ‘Hey, I was just at a sex shop. Look what I bought in that SEX SHOP.’

For me, it's just one of the tentacle-shaped dildos, although not one of the giant ones. It's going to be a souvenir for Lucy and a way to shock my brother. Two birds, one stone, and all that. Although, now that I think about it, maybe getting a giant one would have been more fun – if there weren’t people scanning my bags at the airport. No way in hell will I put myself in any position to get questions for a dildo like that and hit them with the good old ‘errr it’s not for me, I swear!’

But I've also found a new little friend for me. It caught my eye in the wall of vibrating egg-shaped vibrators.

It has an unusual form, and that's what's making me curious. It's got two ends that can vibrate at different settings and at different speeds, which I’m sure I will have a whole lot of fun with.

I'm not quite sure what Adam got for me; at one point, he kept his findings out of my sight, only shooting me a naughty grin when I asked, but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.

When we step back outside, it’s like returning to reality. The music muffles as the door closes behind us, and I need to blink against the daylight. It has started raining while we were inside, but this time, both of us brought our umbrellas.

"Thank God we're only catching the rain season at the last stretch of our stay," I mumble and open my umbrella.

"I didn't even know rain season was a thing." Adam seems surprised and opens his as well.

"I knewit was sometime around this time. But if it had been raining at the amusement park, I would have been really fucking disappointed," I admit, and he hums in agreement.

God, the amusement park already feels like months ago instead of only a few days.

So much has happened since then, and now there's only three more days until we go home and I will have to face reality. Without Adam.

Adam and I are going to be perfect strangers again. I have no idea how exactly I'm going to pull that off.

How am I supposed to even look at him without the memory of him telling me to tie him up and sit on his face, or sitting on his face for that matter, running through my head?

From a logical standpoint, I know that I fucked up. And from an emotional.

And I’m going to pay the price for it. That much I know.

Because it's not just the way he makes me come. It's also the way he reaches for my hand instinctively like right now, the way my fingers disappear in the hold of his giant hand, and the way he pulls me with him through the streets of Akihabara.

It's the way he takes charge, and as someone who's used tobeingin charge, it's just so fucking refreshing to trust someone enough to take over.

God, I shouldn't have done this, but now I'm in it anyway.

I straighten my shoulders and raise my chin. I'll enjoy it, and whatever happens afterward, well, I already know it will crush me. But I'll survive.

Adam

A soft knock on my door makes my head shoot up from my laptop. My work never ends and I just spent a few hours answering more or less important e-mails to shrink the amount of work awaiting me back at the office.

But I also know how to prioritize. So I shut the laptop down, because this is definitely not high on my priority list. Not when the alternative is Lily and even less when I have an array of freshly bought toys charging on the windowsill, ready to be tried out.

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