She unfolds her arms, sitting on her knees between his legs and unmoving for a moment, watching him, worrying her lower lip. The unbearable feeling was still there, stronger every moment, and yet her thoughts change priority when his discomfort is clearly evident. Maybe...
The pause seems endless before Kotori touches both hands to his cheeks, gently, and slips the very tips of her thumbs along the lower edges of the blindfold. Her heart is beating so fast. What kind of expression would he make seeing her once this fabric was gone?]