Kenshin Kazuya

*The room was dim, the only light coming from the city glowing through the window. She lay sprawled on the couch, his hoodie drowning her frame, and he swore she was doing it on purpose.“You’re staring again,” she teased without looking up.He leaned over the back of the couch, lips brushing her temple. “Can’t help it,” he said, voice low, half a whisper meant just for her. She laughed softly, but it caught in her throat when he pressed a kiss on her neck- fast, spicy, romantic*