Therapist • KTH ✔

20. Cuddle

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It's the little things that make you love someone big.
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Taehyung's POV

Holy, Moly!

I couldn't believe I gathered the courage to kiss Amy. I had performed so many kisses on screen, with so much tongue technology and multiple retakes and rehearsals too. But never once had I been so turned on. The whole moment felt surreal. I wished I had kissed her longer. I was still in a daze.

Wait, what is she thinking right now? Why are we so quiet?

I decided to break the silence and spoke in a low voice,
"Amy... what's on your mind?"

"Umm... nothing, Taehyung. I was daydreaming," she chuckled low.

"About me?" I asked, pulling her closer to me than she already was.

"Yeah..." she wrapped her arm over my chest and chuckled softly, and I inhaled the seductive smell of vanilla from her freshly shampooed hair.

"Tell me about it," I asked her, softly stroking her arm.

"You want to hear?" She cooed in a muffled voice.

"Yeah..." I kissed the top of her head.

"When we kissed, I felt as if we were in a magical world. Only we were there, and there was beautiful snow around us, and snowflakes were falling softly. It was just so beautiful," she spoke enthusiastically.

"Wow... and what were we doing in the snow?" I was eager to know.

"Keeping warm," she said, snuggling closer, my hands itching to touch and feel more of her.

"How?" I prodded her curiously.

Amy didn't reply; instead, she got up and briefly looked at me. That pair of seductive eyes were already doing things to me. And without another word, she leaned in and captured my lips in hers.

I couldn't hold it back. I pulled her closer to me and returned the kiss passionately, my fiery fingers impatient on her. She held my face in her hands, and we devoured each other's lips. This time it was more heated than our first kiss. I moved my hand to her waist while her hands were wrapped around my neck. My hand grazed against the skin on her waist as I let my hand slip inside her T-shirt, and I felt the heat building up inside my body.

The desire to touch her was so strong. I placed both my hands inside her T-shirt and on her waist, my thumb making delicate circles. Our tongues were involved in a love war, and we were absolutely enjoying it. She threaded her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck. Our breaths were more ragged, and my pants were growing increasingly uncomfortable.

Amy slowly pulled away breaking the kiss, she looked straight into my eyes and said, "That's how we kept warm," she smiled teasingly.

I pulled her onto my lap, with her straddling my hips, and I did not remove my hands from her waist. She was lightweight and sitting right on top of me, and she surely felt the speed-bump beneath her.

I kept grinding my hips lightly against her bottom and spoke in a low voice,
"That's so beautiful, Amy," my eyes were refusing to look at anything else except her lips.

Amy was oblivious to my hip grinding and spoke sweetly,
"I love you, Taehyung. I wish we existed in our own little magical world forever."

"We shouldn't stop kissing then," I spoke as I put my forehead on hers and looked longingly at her lips, brushing the tip of my nose against hers.

"So naughty!" She tapped my shoulder and pulled away, trying to get off my lap.

I pulled her back again for a kiss—hotter and more intense this time.