[ If Vietnam's touch could burn, Samatoki's shirt might be in ashes by now. It's not, but he feels like fire is choking his very skin that he wants it off.
He lets out a chuckle, pitch lower than the last. He doesn't move his face away from where she is, but he focuses his gaze on hers, making sure those red predatory eyes of his are on her and her alone. ]
It almost feels like you planned for this to happen. I'm not buying that demure persona of yours anymore.
[ Because he most certainly did. She's like a beautiful flower in the spring, he thinks, but today, it seems he misread her, much like he does with other people. (He's never going to learn his lesson.) ]
Hold tight. [ And the tighter the better. She might have a hold of his collar, but he's got his hands free. He scoops her up bridal style and heads for the bathroom, shuffling out of his shoes as he stalks towards the other room. ]
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He lets out a chuckle, pitch lower than the last. He doesn't move his face away from where she is, but he focuses his gaze on hers, making sure those red predatory eyes of his are on her and her alone. ]
It almost feels like you planned for this to happen. I'm not buying that demure persona of yours anymore.
[ Because he most certainly did. She's like a beautiful flower in the spring, he thinks, but today, it seems he misread her, much like he does with other people. (He's never going to learn his lesson.) ]
Hold tight. [ And the tighter the better. She might have a hold of his collar, but he's got his hands free. He scoops her up bridal style and heads for the bathroom, shuffling out of his shoes as he stalks towards the other room. ]