Nina noticed the way he looked at her; she smirked against the mouth of the bottle and tried to ignore how warm his gaze made her feel. She needed a moment before she thought about throwing herself at him. And maybe a snack.

She tried to ignore how his body reacted to the sight of hers. But it was difficult when they were so close.

"Mhm. Darling, sweetheart, dearest, moya lyubov," she cooed sweetly.