Kyoya Ootori was hot. He pushed me against a wall, licking his lips. His sexy black eyes glinted from behind his glasses.
His hand slipped down to my waist.
"Who's your favourite host?"
My head lifted defiantly. "Tamaki. Definitely Tamaki."
An irritated chuckle rose from Kyoya's throat. "Are you... hold on, hold on, hold on... let me ask you the question again. Who's your favourite host?"
I grinned. "I just said it. It's Tamaki."
His eyes gained an icy edge. "I'm afraid I don't quite understand, you might want to say another host's name."
I shook my head. "My favourite is Tamaki."
"Did you mean... Kyoya? I think you meant Kyoya"
Kyoya's height towered above me as I tilted my head back, staring him in the eyes. He held up a knife, grinning maniacally.
"You'll say Kyoya soon, won't you?"