After her bath, Angela stood in front of the mirror, waiting for him to help her dress. Kaito rose from the couch and walked to where she was, his eyes roaming over her body in a way that sent cold shivers down her spine. She forced herself to stay calm. This was not the moment for lust, at least not for her.
But Kaito did not stop himself. His hand slipped around her waist, pulling her against him. She gasped when his warm breath brushed her neck, and her heart raced as his lips drew closer to her ear, his tongue teasing it in a way that made her body tremble.
