One step, that's all it would take to enter his personal space. Two steps would send him stumbling backwards and into the wall. Three would pin him beneath me. It's easy to imagine the confusion in his eyes as I place my hands on either side of his head—the slow light of realization in them as I swoop down to capture his lips. I can almost feel the way he'd tighten, then relax under the onslaught. He would all but melt against me—arms wrapping around my neck and hips canting forward. Nothing would stop me from claiming him then.
Tamaki smirked at the thought before taking the first step.
