Kyle stood at the balcony, looking at the scenery for the last time.

He and Sayuri would finally be returning home, their flight being at night. Stephan had already made his decision and had flown to Country Tz last week, upon which Kay had handled all the procedures needed to have him settle down.

Kyle thought that the less contact he had with Stephan, the better. Let Kay handle all of the details at that end.

As for the business here, Sayuri had handled all the minor details. Although his initial purpose for it was in order to have a plausible reason to stay in Country M while his first death occurred, Sayuri found the move to be a good one.

Hence, it would continue.

MIB would be the people in charge of monitoring and dealing with it during the building and transition. It would mainly be run by locals of Country M (creating jobs) whilst the higher management positions would be held by MIB agents. As for whether the CEO would be a local or from Country Tz, the choice would be made by her Uncle.

These two apartments that Kyle bought would be used as the housing for any Country Tz citizens that may be transferred here to work, so it worked out pretty well.

Sayuri walked out onto the balcony, stopping for a minute to admire the back of her beloved. He was shirtless, shamelessly showing off that physique of his. Her eyes scanned the area and noted that indeed, there were some people watching from across the building.

Too bad they didn't have binoculars, huh?

Kyle's tattoo was truly magnificent. It had already healed with the new skin growing over it. Sayuri had in her hands the lotion and without a word, started applying it.

"Even though it has healed, you shouldn't expose it to the hot sun like this," she admonished him.

He turned his head to face her and smiled, watching her as she administered the lotion on him, massaging his arm at the same time.

His heart lurched suddenly as he thought of their impending return.

Things were going to change once they went back.

No longer would they be living together, or sharing a room. She would go back to her house and him, to his. They were both working separately, which meant that they would not be meeting each other often.

It was almost like … like how it had been with Sari.

During his entire time with Sari while he had been here, they had been free from any restraints or going through his 'real' life. Just like Sayuri right now.

It had only been them.

Things will change when they get back.

Their routine, their togetherness ... the freedom to just turn around and fuck each other senseless whenever either got horny. All of it would change.

"Thank you," Kyle said before turning to face out again, him not truly understanding the agitation in his heart. He put it down to him being agitated at having to go back to work and all the things that it entailed.

He also put it down to him being so comfortable and used to this arrangement that it was going to be strange to suddenly find it all gone. Holiday time was over, and work had to begin again.

He sighed.

"What's the matter?" Sayuri asked as she stood beside him.

"Nothing," Kyle said, "Just thinking about the amount of work waiting for me."

"Ah, true," Sayuri agreed, leaning on the balcony, "Back to the real world."

"Well, you've still been working while you were here," Kyle pointed out, "The business seems to be going in the right direction."

"I didn't do much," Sayuri protested, "You gave me good manpower."

"It's the least I could do," Kyle said, "After all, you helped me a lot with my personal issues."

Sayuri sighed inwardly while leaning on him.

Going back meant back to normal life.

This would be her first test.

Just like what Kyle had been feeling, Sayuri had as well though for different reasons.

Living here together with him was like a dream come true. If she hadn't been constantly telling herself that it was all just a temporary thing, it really did feel like they were a married couple.

Living together, doing things together, and talking to each other.

It was going to be strange sleeping on her own bed, without him next to her. No waking up to seeing his face first thing in the morning.

She looked out, clenching her fists together.

Would they still be as close as this, or would they drift apart?

After all, she was just his bed partner.

If she didn't do anything, would the time and distance cause him to naturally find a replacement?

A part of her wanted to test it out, and yet, a part of her wanted to hang on to him.

Which would be the right choice?

She had, after all, given herself two years to capture his heart.

With that thought, the choice was clear.

She couldn't leave it up to 'Fate' - or worse, up to him.

He was so dense that he might very well just fill up his needs with someone else if she wasn't around.

"What?" Kyle suddenly turned around to ask her.

He had noted the way she looked at him, and that it soon became an intense stare.

She didn't say a word at first but instead, got closer and placed her hands on his chest.

"We have an hour before we have to leave," she said softly, running her hands all over his chest, then placed a finger right over each nipple. She pressed on it slightly, then began twirling it.

Kyle's eyes darkened and he lowered his head to kiss her.

She avoided it, smiling a bit as she looked at him through her lashes.

"Sayuri …" hissed Kyle through his teeth as her hands went lower.

"Prelude," Sayuri whispered, "To the mile-high club."