"S-Satori-kun?" she whispered, her face already burning with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry to bother you, but... could you... help me with something?"
He looked up from his phone, those dark, intelligent eyes locking with hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. "Of course," he said, his deep voice carrying easily across the quiet store floor.
Her heart raced wildly as he approached. She stepped back into the changing room, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as he followed, closing the door behind him with a soft but definitive thump. The large room suddenly felt incredibly small with his tall, broad-shouldered frame inside it. She could smell his cologne—something woodsy with hints of cedar and amber—masculine and sophisticated in a way that made her intensely aware of him.
"Turn around," he instructed, his voice low and velvety.
