His voice sent shivers down her spine, the kind that felt annoyingly perfect.
"Hey," she whispered, breathless.
"Hey," he replied softly, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around his waist, their breaths mingling like they were the only two in existence.
His scent was intoxicating, sharper and more alluring than usual.
"I thought you were in Japan," she managed to say, her voice catching.
"I was," he murmured, holding her hands pinned above her head.
"So, how did you get here so fast?"
"Because I missed you," he said simply, and her heart raced.
Yeah, she couldn't even think about the damn birds anymore.
"Why are you holding a knife?" he asked, his voice low and wickedly seductive, making her knees weak despite her current position.
She gulped, cheeks burning. "Would you believe me if I said it was for mice?"