Renji leaned in again, elbow brushing mine. "Not bad. But loosen up. You're too stiff."
I stiffened more. His breath was close, smelling of coffee and something fried. I wanted to recoil, but Kairi's body didn't flinch. My shoulders stayed steady, my hand obedient to his instructions.
Then he moved behind me. His hand came over mine again, lightly pressing my fingers. His chest nearly brushed my back. The pencil dragged a smoother line under his guidance.
My inner voice shrieked. Too close. Far too close. If I'd been in my own body, I'd have shoved him across the room. But Kairi's body… tolerated it. Worse, I felt the faintest warmth radiating through the proximity, nerves twitching where skin met his sleeve.
And then—my entire frame went rigid. Something pressed at my rear. Not firm, not unmistakable, but there.
