It Is What It is
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She bit her lip and looked up at the glass wall and met Jiro's smoldering gaze. She forgot that the wall of the cafe was glass and Jiro could see her reflection.
Her face burned up. She felt as though she was caught naked, doing something that should be done behind a locked door.
She averted her gaze, but too late. Jiro saw what was on those eyes, and his fingers gripped her shoulder to acknowledge them. She could say something, do something to keep the momentum going, but then, the memory of Jiro turning her down flashed in front of her eyes.
She opened and closed her hands that were resting on her lap, and did nothing. She let the sexual tension between them dissipate in thin air.
She never thought that she could be a coward!
She had no idea how Jiro interpreted her actions, or if he could read them, he said nothing. He simply pulled her shoulder closer to him and pressed a kiss on her temple.