“So you’re telling me that you’ve been having performance issues since you f****d your secretary”. Misa takes a long sip of her tea, peering at Miya curiously.
He already regrets coming clean to her.
“Is there something wrong with your hearing?”. Miyamura's gaze doesn’t rise from the dining table as he keeps stirring his already cool cup of tea. “We didn’t have s*x”.
He put so much sugar in it, and now he can’t even drink it.
Misa puts down her tea. “Forgive me…I just don’t get it”. She stares into her mug. “You didn’t have s*x with him, but you find yourself having wet dreams about him?”.
“Can you never mention wet dreams near me again?”. Miyamura hisses.
It just sounds so wrong.
He pushes away his cup of tea and leans back against his seat, then proceeds to eye Misa in annoyan
