KENJI

The sound of the door clicking shut behind her was almost funny. A quick, sharp sound that perfectly matched the way she’d practically fled the room.

She moved like a startled deer, all graceful limbs and pure, undiluted panic. It was better than I’d imagined.

That blush, though. That was the real prize of the morning. The way her cheeks flushed a hot, betraying pink when I called her “Nic.” A simple, single syllable, and her entire body reacted.

She couldn’t hide it. ...