Anna froze, her hands stilling on his chest. Her hazel eyes narrowed, confusion flickering across her face. "What? Who are you talking about?"
Ren smirked, leaning in to brush his lips against her cheek. "You know. The one you keep hidden inside you. The one who used your ability on me last time. All fire and spice."
Anna's expression darkened, and she pulled back, crossing her arms. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. "Forget about her, Ren," she muttered, her voice tinged with exasperation. "She's not important."
Before Ren could respond, Anna's posture shifted. Her shoulders straightened, her head tilted, and a sly, almost predatory smile curved her lips. Her eyes, usually soft and warm, now gleamed with a bold, mischievous spark. When she spoke, her voice was different—lower, sultrier, dripping with confidence. "Oh, I'm not important? I'm right here, handsome boy."
Ren's eyebrows shot up, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, hello there!"
