Nagi leaned back against the couch, arms sprawled lazily across the backrest as his girlfriend paced in front of him. She was ranting about something—what exactly, he couldn’t tell you. He’d stopped paying attention minutes ago, too focused on the way her lips moved when she spoke or the way her eyebrows furrowed every time she emphasized a point. It was amusing, really. For someone so small, she sure could put on an intimidating act.

But her words? They just blurred into the background noise of his mind. Instead, his eyes drifted down to her neck, the soft line of her collarbone peeking out from beneath her shirt. And then lower—his gaze lingering on the curve of her chest where the loose fabric hung just enough to tease.

He clicked his tongue against his teeth and shifted in his seat, dragging his eyes back up before his brain ran off to somewhere it shouldn’t. Seriously, what was wrong with him? She was mad—like, really mad—and here he was, thinking about...other things. Dumb things.