Otis slowly shifted upward until he was beside Mei's upper body. "All right. Hands forward."
Mei turned her head away, mumbling, "Outdoor survival… yeah right. As if I'd believe that."
But Otis, annoyingly adept, guided her wrists together and tied them neatly. "Done."
He looked at her arms and legs bound, body curled slightly, cheeks warm pink. Something about the sight stirred a strange feeling in him. Especially those wide, shimmering eyes, the faint fluster in her expression…
Wait. No. Otis slapped a hand to his forehead. Before his rationality could burst into flames, he switched off the lamp and rolled off the bed.
"Sleep!" he snapped.
Darkness swallowed the room. Mei lifted her restrained hands, the shadows outlining the precise knots around her wrists. Honestly, he tied her up so neatly it was impossible not to suspect he had a side job somewhere…
