But he wasn't about to let the moment slip away; he playfully cornered her against the counter.

Having handled mandarin fish just moments ago, the scent clung to his hands.

He didn't want that scent to transfer to her pristine clothes, so he held her carefully, using his hips to maintain the gentle pressure.

Rena's cheeks flushed a vibrant shade of pink.

She cast an anxious glance towards the kitchen door.