Deep eyes, a devilish grin, messy hair, and—God save me—Satan in an apron. That pretty much sums up the vision haunting my dreams all night. The man sleeps right next to me, and every time the sheets ruffle with his movements, my heart skips. I'm terrified that one day I'll lose control and commit an unspeakable sin.
When he offered to help in the kitchen, I half-expected him to be useless with a knife, making a mess and chopping vegetables into unrecognizable bits. But no. Of course, Jun's skilled. Watching those hands work, swift and precise, has me imagining what else they could do. I've never thought of anyone this way before, but lately... oh, well. My mind is venturing into dangerous places.
