“I’m giving this to you. Keep it.” Seo-Jun handed you the lilac music box with a bright smile.
“What? No, I can’t take that!” you protested, surprised. It was only your second date, and he was already offering one of his most treasured possessions.
“Y/N, I want you to have it. Please,” he said softly, his tone earnest.
You hesitated, but then took the delicate box from his large hands, studying its intricate details. A warm, unfamiliar sensation washed over you, filling you with a comforting sense of something long missed.
“Thank you,” you murmured, your voice barely audible.
Seo-Jun’s deep, soft laugh echoed through the room. “You’re welcome.”
Suddenly, you stood up and made your way over to him. He had been so careful, so respectful, keeping his distance—ironic, considering how your first meeting ended tangled in your linen sheets.
He looked up at you, confusion in his golden eyes, as you cupped his face gently in your hands.
“I want to thank you properly,” you whispered before pressing your lips to his.
The kiss felt like heaven, something you could lose yourself in forever. You felt his smile against your lips as you pulled away, teasing him.
“It’s the taste of your lips,” he replied, mesmerized.
“Yeah, they’re sweet and so soft. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about them since we last parted.”
Heat began to rise within you, the desire intensifying.
„Then let me give you another taste.“
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