“Fine, fine, whatever,” Karasu sighs, though his voice drips with amusement. He places both hands over his eyes, but the smile playing at his lips is impossible to miss. “I’ve seen you undressed like what? A million times now?”

Ever the tease. No matter how many times it happened, you still insisted he cover his eyes when you got dressed, and he never missed a chance to make it a game. You had barely pulled your shirt over your head before he broke the silence again.

“Not even sure why you’re getting dressed anyway, who said I was done?” His voice lilts with laughter, a shameless, flirtatious edge that makes you want to roll your eyes… or maybe throw your shirt at him.