He turned to walk away, but she caught his sleeve. On impulse, she rose on her toes and pressed a quick, playful kiss to his cheek—the kind that left a faint lipstick mark he’d pretend to hate.
When he was gone, Kotoko opened it.
Behind her, footsteps clicked with a rhythm she’d know in her sleep. Naoki. Her husband. The genius. He didn’t walk so much as glide, his white coat immaculate despite 36 hours on call. He stopped beside her, glanced at her charts, then at the coffee dripping onto her fingers. season 2 playful kiss
“You’re spilling,” he said flatly. He turned to walk away, but she caught his sleeve
“Because you’re an Irie now.” He paused. “And Irie women don’t fail. They just annoy everyone until they succeed.” Behind her, footsteps clicked with a rhythm she’d
“I’m multitasking .” She dabbed at her sleeve with a tissue. “It’s a skill you wouldn’t understand, Dr. Perfect.”