Beauty is only skin deep.

Tsugiri had to remind himself of this often.

No matter how much he wanted to run his hands through her long, silky hair; no matter how much his fingers longed to touch her porcelain white skin; hear her voice call his name; it would never happen.

He watched Ryouko pull her close, a smile crossing her face as his lips touched hers, and even then; he had to remind himself yet one more time.