Seungmin gets an arm around her waist and hauls her up onto the counter more gracefully than he expects of himself. When her butt hits the counter, her legs wrap around his hips, drawing him in. His hand is so big on her back. He can feel the strap of her bra under her thin shirt, the bumps of her spine.
He kisses her deeper, pulls her even closer. Her breath hitches against his mouth, and it undoes him. He wants to dedicate hours to kissing her and touching her and loving her to make up for the time they’ve lost together. He wants so vastly and so deeply, he’s unsettled by his own desire.