JUN'S POV
"Mmmm... so good!"
The low, content hum from her mouth sends a rush of warmth through my entire body.
"Of course it is," I force a smirk to hide the mess she's turning me into. "I don't do things halfway, you know. Even soup."
"Don't let this go to your head, chef, it's just soup."
"You'll see. One day, they'll name a restaurant after me—Jun's Soups of Glory."
She chuckles, and for a brief moment, the tension in my chest eases. I can breathe again. She's okay. I'm okay. Everything is okay.
But then my eyes linger a little too long on the way she licks a drop of soup from her lips, or the way her lashes flutter as she takes another sip, and the knot comes right back, tighter than ever.
Oh God... oh God!
I'm losing my mind.
It's official—my brothers have ruined me. May they all get diarrhoea tonight.
