"I am giving you my pinky promise", she said and extended her Pinky finger in his direction.
He stood there all bemused because of her childish innocence. Her face looked all angelic and divine to him. And that smile of hers and that dimple that played on her cheeks, he could wage wars for them.
"What I am gonna do with you Akira?", he mumbled and came closer.
With every step of his as he was closing into her periphery, he had a behemothian task surmounted on his head. He had to channel out all his energy to focus on anything else possible in that room apart from her.
"Ok, then tell me exactly where else you were hurt when you took a fall?", he asked.
"A bit on my shoulder and a bit on my ankle", Akira said sheepishly.
Then without a warning, his hands straddled her waist and he hoisted her up on the kitchen counter. He came so alarmingly close that Akira was about to scream.
"Oiiii, what are you doing?", she asked.
