Alya looked into Asher's black, nonreflective eyes, smiled and then shook her head. Walking up to him, she stretched her legs to stand on the tips of her toes as she held his arms to hold herself up. With her forehead at the height of his nose, she looked up at his eyes.
"I've been arranged a lot of those since I was eighteen. But the men... all ran away in the end. Do you think, you'd be able to control me?" She grinned, her canines almost as sharp as his.
Asher returned her sharp gaze with his unfazed one. Moving his arms up, and placing hera around his neck instead, Asher soon left Alya confused as he moved his fingers up to her neck, tapped it, then to the sides of her waist and then beside her chest... avoiding her modest 'packs' of course.
'My body.' Alya soon realised that she couldn't move her upper body, until it did.
