Ryuunosuke wakes first; he often has trouble sleeping these days. But he stays in bed, laying warm against the still sleeping Susato, watching her chest rise and fall, luxuriating in the beauty of her features warmed by the golden light of dawn as it streams through the window, her long hair free and shimmering on…

They shouldn’t be doing this. Not before they’re married. They should be taking separate baths. But the case has taken them far from the city, up into the snowy lands of Hokkaido, and with the warm steam surrounding them after the long cold journey, Ryuunosuke can’t bring himself to care about the propriety. He leans…