'i am sorry but i still have to cook for mimi ' i said as i walked away to continue cutting the onion
As she stood at the kitchen counter, her injured finger throbbing in pain, she couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability. The onion lay before her, its layers waiting to be revealed, but her hands trembled with each tentative cut.Just as she was struggling to make a clean slice, she felt a presence behind her. Before she could react, a warm chest slowly came to rest against her back, sending shivers down her spine. His hands, strong and gentle, wrapped around hers, grasping the knife with a confident grip.
Their fingers intertwined, he guided the blade through the onion, the crunch of the vegetable beneath the knife the only sound breaking the silence. She felt her heart racing, her face aflame with shock, yet she dared not move, transfixed by the sudden intimacy.
As they sliced through the onion, the pungent aroma filled the air, mingling with the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his body. The gentle pressure of his chest against her back, the way his hands cradled hers, it all seemed to conspire against her, rendering her immobile and helpless.
Their eyes met in the window's reflection, his burning with an intensity that made her cheeks flush. The world around them melted away, leaving only the soft whisper of the knife, the onion's sweet fragrance, and the thrumming of their hearts, beating as one.
' are you crying ' i said after noticing his face on the window
'uh'he uttered as he stared at the window too. his eyes were filled with water that was almost flowing 'i will be back .'he mobed out of the counter to the room .
can i continue cooking when he always getting so closer to my body.he is not like how he used to be before but why am i feeling...
i should not focus on this .my mind should be how i am going to cook this .
as he walked into the kitchen .i felt a flutter in my heart .he was dressed in a sleek black,union shirt . his hair perfectly messy and his eyes sparkling
so he went to get bath.how did he have this clothes because it fit him so perfectly.did he leave here before mimi Start staying With namjoon .
then i started grilling the meat which smell like a burnt home . what should i put after grilling the beef .he finally get to know that i don't ot know how to cook.
staring at the burnt beef was a new job to me .i admire how it get burnt so slowly and it smell before me .i am doomed
he quickly transferred the beef and vegetable to a serving platter. his he going to be my hero for today .he had helped me tied apron on my waist and then helped me after cutting my finger and also help me serve.
he suddenly moved to me as he turned me over to my right side as the oil felled on the floor and splash on his chest and back
did i really did that .i was holding the spoon and I got lost in my thought and didn't know i was pouring the food away
i turned to him.this will be third time he is going to get changed just bacause of me
'are you okay?'i asked
' hmm i am '
' your aren't you just get splash by oil because of me 'i said as tears find it way back to my eyes
'what are you going to do since i got splash.are you going to kiss me ,treat me or what ?
kiss .why would he say that.or maybe i wasn't the only one who wanted to kiss him maybe him also want to have a deep kiss with me which i don't know if it would be good
' i am going to treat you so let go to your room so i could check if you got hurt '
did i just forget i was his secretary for a min.why am i realizing what i said after telling him as shoved a little
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the room
i stares at him or should i say we stared at both each other.i needed him to pull off the shirt
'could you pull off your shirt ' I said after noticing his reaction
his he ashame havent he seen me .....and haven't i seen him without his shirt on .
'i cant my hand hurt 'he said glaring at his hand which he he could not move.
'plss dont forget that i am your secretary not your girlfriend or your boyfriend' i reminded not just to joke with him because i was deadly serious .i was afraid something will happen between us so i had to tell him
even when i was done speaking he didn't utter anyword as i began to unbutton his shirt.the first button got removed same as the 3 and the 4.
i should not get lost on his chest .i should more focus on the pain on him.
the button were all out but his chest wasn't revealed he had to pull off the shirt by himself
'i don't think i would help you pulled out your chest.i should go get the first ice on the table 'i ended my quote as i collected the ice and moved to rub it on his chest
slowly slowly i rubbed it on his chest while he was lying on the bed and i also on the bed
i can't imagine his chest being cold.
'do you have a boyfriend 'he asked cutting me off guard from his chest and back to his cute lip mumming slowly..i tried avoiding his lips because i Dont want to kiss me even if i want to
'uhhhh. why do you care .do you lack interest on your boyfriend '
'do you think i am gay'he smirked faded
'yes i think you are'
'i am not gay i only dont get interested In women that all '
'then are you interested in me '
did i forget my place and class to him
he heaved a smile that i haven't seen.'do you think i am '
i was scared what will be his answer
'like i say i am not interested in women'he bodely answer
his answer got me frozen for some time. so he doesent like me ,i am so happy since i don't like him too and besides i eill never forget my theory of dating a rich ceo .if he say so same i am not interested in men
but i really want to kiss him badly that it getting out of me.
'i do have a boyfriend 'i said then i kissed him
As their lips met, the world around them melted away, leaving only the gentle caress of their kiss. It was a slow, sweet burn, like the first tender flames of a winter fire.
But just as she tried to pull away, he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close with a gentle yet insistent pressure. His hands roamed over her back, sending shivers down her spine as he slowly peeled off her singlet.
The ice block she had been holding slipped from her fingers, landing with a soft thud on her breast. The cold was a shock, making her gasp and try to pull away, but he held her fast, his lips never leaving hers.
As the chill seeped into her skin, she tried to squirm free, but he was relentless, his hands slipping beneath her clothes to warm her chilled flesh. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending sparks flying through her veins like fireflies on a summer night.
And yet, even as she tried to push him away, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. His touch was a slow, sweet torture, melting her resistance like ice in the spring sun.
but then someone was behind the door of the room 'sucy are you here '