I kept my expression carefully neutral, my movements slow and deliberate as I fed Haruna another bite. My thumb traced idle circles against her waist, my touch light, possessive.
Haruna had gone still against me, her body tense, her breath coming in short, quiet gasps as she watched Yuko unravel.
Yuko's throat worked, her fingers flexing against the table. She looked like she wanted to say something—do something—but she was frozen, trapped in the wreckage of her own thoughts, her own wants.
I leaned in, my breath warm against the delicate curve of Haruna's ear. My lips grazed her skin just enough to send a shiver down her spine as I commanded, "Eat," my voice a low, velvety growl meant only for her. But my eyes—sharp, unyielding—never left Yuko's.
Go on, sister. Let's see how long you can pretend this doesn't affect you.
