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chapter 39 | Feel me

— Three days later —

Friday, March 11th, 2022.

6:30 pm.

'YOUR P.O.V'

"Have you watched the movie I suggested to you the other day?" I cross my legs next to him, both chatting more than watching the TV. "Yes, and I really liked it. This was better than I thought, to be honest."

"Oh, really? People usually ask me for suggestions, but in the end, they never watch what I picked," I move forward to be at the edge of the cushions and get ready to go in the kitchen, but he lifts his arms up to stretch, spreading his long and tough legs. "Those people are stupid then, and that's kind of rude, in my opinion," his knee touches the side of my thigh, but I remain calm, from the outside. "Yeah..." I chuckle, nervously.

"But anyway, you should...taste the food in case you might not like it," I stand up and step away to go to the pot, and he follows me.

I remove the top to let the steam escape and put it down to grab a spoon, but Mister Jeon stands right behind me and places one hand on the edge of the counter to have his tall body against the back of mine. He knows what he is doing, but I love this.

As his veiny hand is constantly calling for my eyes to notice it near my hip, I fill the spoon with the mouth-watering food, but I blow on it first, then I turn around to head it up to his mouth and feed this big man. "Tell me if I should add something."

He chews on it, and I turn the induction hob on to warm the food up. "This is delicious as always. You never cook anything bad or tasteless, I'm impressed," he praises me, and I smile, shyly. I cannot handle the compliments that are from him, they are too special to even be taken without any fluster. "I'm relieved you like it," I taste it again too to make sure it is good enough, feeling Mister Jeon's body heat cover the back of mine, but once I stick the spoon in my mouth and eat, he draws his body closer to mine and puts his other hand down on my left to guard my body, now enveloping me with his warmth and power.

My heart is beating a bit too fast, it needs to slow down, but he does not let that happen, he only provokes the whole opposite. "Do you have candles here?" he asks, and I instinctively turn my head to look up at him. "I do, in the cabinet right next to the dining table," I point my finger at it, and he peeks at that spot before putting his deep eyes back on mine. "Good, we'll eat with one."

A romantic dinner? I will make it so awkward with my nervousness.

I do not say anything since I low-key like the fact that he is so romantic and sweet, and I focus on the food. The seconds feel so long, and I feel so hot with him behind me, touching me with his body.

"It's a bit hot in here," he moves his hands back but rolls his sleeves, making me feel like I do not have a brain to think anymore. I swallow heavily but glance at him, and he makes eye contact right away while revealing his strong, tattooed forearms. "I'm hot too..." I let him know I feel the same way but because of him, and his smile turns into a flirty one. "You are?" he licks his lips. "You're wearing a thick cardigan, I'm not surprised."

"True," I realize how dumb I must seem, so I take this off and leave it on the chair near us, now only in a pair of jeans and white crop top, exposing some more skin, this one that is burning from the inside. I go back on my spot after both looking into each other's eyes, and this time, I let my body get submerged by some unexpected confidence. I step backward while opening the drawer in front of me to stick my body against him but feel how crazy my heart is going because of a burst of boldness.