I’m overcome with emotion, overcome with greed, lust, anger, rage, all of it bundled into one sweet, sinful package that I don’t know how to unwrap. His kiss is harsh and soft at the same time, needy, as though he’s been holding himself back and finally letting go.
I can’t help but feel moved by the moment, wishing he could’ve been this way from the start. Honest. Vulnerable. Transparent. Like a normal fucking human being.
It’s wrong, he’s wrong, but this kiss … it feels so damn right I don’t want him to stop.
It’s almost as if he can hear my thoughts because he immediately takes his lips off mine and stares at me for a second, contemplating what to do. Maybe contemplating whether or not he feels something for me. Although that might just be wishful thinking on my part.
I swallow as my lips part, and his thumb brushes across them. “You’ll be my undoing,” he murmurs.
His undoing?
That can’t mean what I think it means. This man is as cold as ice. He doesn’t have a beating heart or feelings.
Except… what if he does? What if he feels something more, like I am? Confusion. Hope. Something more powerful than lust.
Is Jeon Jungkook falling for me?
I stare at him for a second, completely dumbfounded by this realization. He leans in again, his palm against my cheek as his lips move closer and closer until I can feel his breath on my skin. The imminent kiss is electrifying, and I’m frozen in place, gasping for air.
It’s then that it hits me.
I’m hungry for his kiss, his touch. And the mere thought of his body against mine made my heart flutter.
No.
I shake my head and pull away from him, glaring at him as though he’s stolen something of mine I wasn’t ready to give.