Blake stirred in my arms, his eyes fluttering a few times before he finally opened them. He smiled at me, so brightly, so unguarded that all I could do was crush him in a fierce hug.
“Come,” I whispered into his ear. “There’s somewhere we need to be.”
He arched a questioning brow at me, but then recovered quickly and nodded. I pushed him to the shower and took the five minutes alone to dig through Sensei’s stash at the dojo and take out two more formal yukatas. I placed them both on the bed and waited for my turn to shower.
I’d seen Blake in a kimono before, but it had always been the ones we used for training. Black or white, tailored mainly for comfort and ease of use while fighting, they’d always looked good on him, but this was something else. He looked rested, happy, although the f
