Dirty Little Secrets(Short Stories)
Her hands, usually so precise with cursed energy, were now frantic as they clawed at his jacket, desperate to feel the hard muscles beneath.
She yanked off his blindfold, the sudden reveal of those infinite blue eyes sending a jolt through her. They were pools of raw hunger, reflecting her own desire back at her. "Talk is cheap, Gojo," she breathed, her voice thick with wanting. "Show me what you've got."