Minutes later they returned with a broom and dustpan.
Deja looked up organizing the bags of hair. "Thanks."
But the men didn't walk to her.
They walked to Rin and handed him the broom and dustpan like they were presenting weapons.
Kaoru looked at them. “Are you two crazy? Why would you hand Rin those?”
For real, you think Mr. Royal Guy even knows how to sweep?
I chuckled.
The men remained silent.
Rin took the broom and dustpan, walked over to where Deja had been working, and started sweeping.
Say what?
Like me, Kaoru's mouth was fully open now.
On my side, Yoichi actually blinked three times.
Deja shrugged and finished getting her items together.
And I don't know why I'd never reallylookedat Rin before—maybe because he was always against a wall appearing high and mighty—but watching him cross the room with a broom in his hand forced me to actually see him.
Okay. You’ve got some muscle on you.
He wasn’t bulky, but he damn sure was built like a weapon.
His shoulders were wide enough to block a doorway and his forearms—now visible because he'd rolled his sleeves back to sweep—were corded with muscle and laced with veins that moved under his skin when his hands shifted on the broom handle.
That single long braid swung between his shoulder blades.
I could honestly see why some women would say, “Fuck it. You can put a bag over my face when we have sex.”
Still. . .Deja wasn’t one of them.
We all continued to watch Rin sweep and as he got closer to Deja, he towered over her.
Deja wasn’t as tall as Nika, but she was close to five-seven in bare feet.
Rin still had a solid eleven inches on her easy.
When he swept past her to reach a stray curl near the counter, his shadow fell across her whole body.
Deja didn't look up, but she shifted.
Just barely.
The smallest adjustment of weight from one foot to the other, like her body had registered his proximity before her brain approved the memo.
Then, Rin finished collecting strands and curls.
I frowned.
And where did he even learn how to sweep?
