"I give you my word," he stated smoothly, and then added, "Noel."
This close, he could practically feel the uncertainty radiating off of her. The sky had nearly darkened to an inky black with only the glow of the moon to light the way; were it not for his desk lamp, they would probably be groping around clumsily in the dark for each other.
Well, Noel probably would, and that mental image is almost (almost!) tempting enough for him to reach out and turn the light off. Hazama knew his own office like the back of his hand. It would be easy to leave Noel fumbling around in the dark for hours while he strolled on home, and have her suffering through the late hours to get her work done.
He chuckled and, for a moment, allowed his gaze to roam the expanse of her form.
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This close, he could practically feel the uncertainty radiating off of her. The sky had nearly darkened to an inky black with only the glow of the moon to light the way; were it not for his desk lamp, they would probably be groping around clumsily in the dark for each other.
Well, Noel probably would, and that mental image is almost (almost!) tempting enough for him to reach out and turn the light off. Hazama knew his own office like the back of his hand. It would be easy to leave Noel fumbling around in the dark for hours while he strolled on home, and have her suffering through the late hours to get her work done.
He chuckled and, for a moment, allowed his gaze to roam the expanse of her form.
Tempting, indeed.
"Tick tock, Miss Vermillion..."