(Arata)
Always the pessimistic block of ice. His eyes almost bulged out of his sockets when I called him–Alien from Neptune.
"What kind of name is that?" He asked, rather curiously.
"The one that suits that persona of yours," I pointed out, and he pushed himself forward, entering my personal space with ease.
"Didn't find me so cold when I warmed you up the other night, Blue Rose." His gorgeous onyx eyes flashed with a challenge, and he let his gaze dip to my lips. "Or we can go home, and I can demonstrate again to refresh your memory."
I backed away a little, too close, he was too close for my treacherous body. It heated up just from his gaze and words.
I had no self-restraint left when it came to Karsten; if he initiated even a kiss, I would jump his skin, trying to claim all of him in my desperate attempts.
"No need," the uncertainty in my voice was so blatantly visible that Karsten offered me that rare smile of his and placed both my hands on his chest.
