Shizuka crossed the room in four steps and snatched it before he could stop her.
She looked at the screen.
Her mouth opened a fraction.
Then her eyes narrowed.
Kaito grabbed his phone back.
"Delete it," she said.
"No."
"Delete it right now."
"It's a great photo."
"It is NOT a great photo, Kai, delete it—"
She reached for it again.
He switched hands.
She leaned across the table.
He leaned back.
Her hand caught his wrist again.
He raised the phone higher.
She made a short, frustrated sound.
"Delete it," she said, breath tighter now, "or I swear—"
She stopped.
She let go of his wrist.
Her eyes moved over him slowly, the anger folding into something else.
"Delete it," she said, her voice dropping, "and I will let you take pictures of me that you will never forget."
Her fingers found the neckline of her crop top, tracing the edge of it, the fabric pulling slightly.
Her breasts pressed forward against the thin material.
The line of her cleavage deepened.
Clear.
