His lips were so close I could actually feel the warmth of his breath against mine.
My eyes fluttered shut. My heart was beating so fast and so loud I was terrified he could hear it echoing across the hot spring. I tilted my chin up, completely surrendering to the Warlord holding my face.
BANG.
The heavy sliding cedar doors to the bathhouse didn't just open. They were violently shoved off their tracks.
"I demand a new sleeping arrangement!" a shrill, pre-teen voice echoed over the water.
My eyes flew open. I gasped, instantly sinking down into the steaming water until the bubbles were practically touching my nose. My face was burning so hot I could have boiled an egg on my forehead.
Akira froze completely stiff.
Standing in the doorway, wearing his oversized white kimono and holding a small wooden pillow, was Yuki. The twelve-year-old cat-boy marched right to the edge of the geothermal pool, his fluffy white cat ears completely flattened against his head in pure outrage.
