"Shh, don't cry," I bring my hand to her hair, threading my fingers through her silken locks.
It's the first time we've been this close to one another without throwing insults at each other, or engaging in a battle of wills. It's the first time I'm feeling her pliant body under mine and fuck me…
I stifle a groan at the plushness of her skin, the fit so perfect it's like we were made for each other—she's small where I'm big, she's soft where I'm hard.
I'm a fucking bastard for reacting to her nearness like this, but my cock doesn't seem to realize that it's not an opportune moment to make a rather hard appearance.
"Y/n," I taste her name on my lips, but this time it's not in anger. It's not in frustration, and it's not in resentment. No, this time, it's just her.
Sweet, brave Y/n.
Knowing everything that happened to her and looking back at our interactions, I can only feel a sense of pride filling me to the brim. From the beginning she stood her ground, meeting me on equal footing, giving as good as she got.
I don't know why Enzo is underestimating her so much when she's got a core of steel. And that makes me even more in awe of her.
"Thank you," she whispers as she draws back, her eyes red from crying.
"You don't have to thank me for anything," I attempt a smile as I let my fingers caress the sides of her arms.
There's a sudden shyness to her as she regards me, her chin tipped down as she barely finds the courage to meet my eyes.
I lean in, instinct and want threatening to overtake me.
Closing my eyes, I simply breathe her in—her scent, her presence, the very warm air she breathes. me.
"Jungkook," she says my name, that throaty voice of hers threatening to undo I move closer, yet not close enough. My lips ache to mate with hers.
Everything in me wants to reach and seize this moment—turn all my desires in reality.
But I can't. Not yet.
I don't deserve it yet.
Hovering over her lips, I mutter a low curse as I bring my lips higher, brushing them against her forehead.