...as nice as I get." Whatever was in his eyes seemed to strengthen as he continued, "O' course, we could try the reverse." He pulled her in so that she was plastered against him. "I'm much more fun when I'm not playing nice, Bee."
Somewhere along the line, her brain had short-circuited. At least, that was the excuse she was giving for the fact that she seemed to be incapable of moving right now. She couldn't seem to breathe and, oddly enough, he looked as though he was having similar difficulties. Their faces were centimetres apart and one of his hands went up to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing over her cheekbone. She felt her eyelids flutter closed.
This is just crazy. I'll concede that Lady Yoruichi had a point about my sex life or, rather, lack thereof. I can put my behaviour tonight down to this. But why the hell does he seem to be effected? This is Grimmjow, here. As in 'he who sleeps with many women and leaves me with the paperwork'.
Except, he hasn't been doing that lately. He's been –
Shaolin, the more sensible part of her brain chimed in, you are standing in the middle of a club, in the arms of Grimmjow Jeagerjacques who is, in all probability, about to kiss you.
HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETELY FUCKING INSANE ?