Chapter 49
Yeonhui-Dong, Korea
Blue Lantern and Seishu-Sushi House
“Uh, are these your lips?” Rain asked, making absolutely no attempt to pull away from him.
Kita didn’t know what to do.
If he pushed her back he could injury her in the darkness or knock her over the food and sake, making a mess.
Or, if he replied it’d be as if he was kissing her back.
Kita vowed that he’d never be in this type of situation again, and yet it was as if history was repeating itself.
The overhead projector clicked on and the white screen across from them flickered as the film started, and it illuminated the room when the opening credits started.
They were nose to nose, lips weren’t pressing against the others rather they were just caressing the others from proximity. Each breath Rain exhaled washed over Kita’s lips and skin, and caused goosebumps to cover his flesh.
“Huh, sorry,” Rain offered with a giggle, nervously licking her lips. “That wasn’t my intention. I didn’t realize you were so close… Did you get closer to me or did I get closer to you?” she asked, suspicious.
Kita absently shook his head, at a loss.
“And you had the gall to warn me about behaving,” she scoffed with a snort.
“You kissed me,” he said.
Again, she snorted. “I did no such thing!”
“Your tongue-”
“NO!” Rain interrupted, putting her finger against his lips to silence them. “I don’t do open mouth kisses! In my contract it specifically states closed mouth only,” she smugly informed him; she’s drunk. “Tongues are gross, especially the tongues of some of the creeps I’ve had to share a screen with. My first kiss was on the television, and he tried to shove his tongue down my throat when I was twelve! Ew! I kneed him in the crotch and nearly got fired for it.”
Kita’s yes were wide; he wasn’t sure what she was going on about, but he was most certain he felt her tongue against his lips.
“Ooh! It’s starting!” she beamed, clapping, bouncing with excitement. “This is one of my favorites.”
Again, he absently shook his head, not entirely sure what was happening or how he could get out of it.
Kita looked from the young woman shoving sushi in her mouth, her eye wide, focused on the screen, to the opening credits and he started laughing.
Never, in a million lifetimes would he have thought this, of all films, would be one of her favorites.
“What?” Rain asked, talking with her mouth full. “Have you ever seen The Sword of Doom?”
He chuckled. “It’s one of my father’s favorite jidaigeki films.”
“Mine too!” she beamed. “Nigiri?” she offered, holding out a piece of sushi with her chopsticks for him.
Kita smiled then leaned into her and took the bite she was offering him. “Thank you,” he mumbled with his mouth full.
Rain smiled. “I am so going to hug you tonight,” she warned before shoving a inari-zushi in her mouth then refilled their glasses, her attention on the movie.
Every time Rain would start reciting the movie, verbatim, with the characters on the screen, regardless of which character it was, it made Kita smile. Now he knew where her horrible Japanese came from. She used her chopsticks as if it were a sword, flinging rice all over, and her kung fu moves had knocked over empty bottles of sake more than once.
The young woman was truly dangerous when she didn’t mean to be.
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