They barely got into the bedroom when Minho's lips came crashing down on hers. A moan escaped her mouth as he pushed her against the glass window, their tongues entangled in a ferocious battle. She pulled him closer, his scent intoxicating her senses. His tongue pried into hers, tasting her while her legs were still wrapped around his waist.
Gayoon was breathless, his kisses leaving her panting yet begging for more. Their private parts were unconsciously grinding against each other beneath the layer of clothes, his hardness poking at her, making her blush. But she barely had any time to be embarrassed as his lips explored hers, their kisses turning rougher and more demanding.
She did not know when he moved her to the bed but he lay her down on it, breaking their kiss. Gayoon lay there, feeling hot while her cheeks flushed red. Minho was looking at her with a tenderness in his eyes, making her turn even redder.
