I stepped closer, my voice gentle—mocking. "Don't worry, Yuko. You're my sister-in-law." My fingers brushed against her arm, light as a feather. "How could I do anything to my sister-in-law? And I won't touch you without your consent."
Yuko's eyes flashed like a blade unsheathed, her voice a venomous whisper. "What do you mean, without my consent? I will never let you touch me willingly."
A slow, knowing chuckle rumbled in my chest. "We'll see about that."
Her breath hitched, but I didn't give her time to argue. My tone shifted—colder, darker, laced with the kind of command that made her fingers twitch at her sides. "You should head back now." A pause, just long enough to let the weight of my words sink in. "Give me your number."
She hesitated, her jaw clenching, but she didn't refuse. The fire in her gaze didn't dim as she handed it over, her fingers brushing against mine just long enough to make it clear this wasn't submission—it was a temporary truce.
