The guest room door clicked softly shut behind them, muffling the sounds of dinner still lingering downstairs.
The room was large, minimalistic, but warm in tone, the dim lights casting shadows along the furniture.
Akiko made her way to the cupboard and opened it with quick fingers, pulling out a folded black T-shirt and handing it to him.
"You can change into this," she murmured, her eyes flicking away from his. "I'll wait outside."
She turned to step away, but his hand reached out, firm, not forceful, closing gently around her wrist.
"Why, though?" Wil's voice was low and quiet with a flicker in his eyes. A pulse of something playful… and something not.
She turned back to him in surprise. His eyes didn't leave hers.
