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chapter 41 | Provoking

He hurries to go towards his phone to stop the music, and I close the door behind me.

"Hey, I'm so sorry I didn't see your text," he speaks, out of breath. I remain as calm as possible in front of his amazing body, but my eyes do not want to avoid showing me the bulge there is in his shorts. "It's okay," I do everything to not be weird, and I look at his face only.

He drops his phone on the seats next to him, and he grabs a towel to wipe the sweat off of his chest and neck while walking up to me. "I didn't expect you to come so early," he touches my waist and presses a kiss on my lips. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, what about you?" I smile, still holding the bottle in my hand like a dumb girl. "I'm fine too. I wish I saw your text though."

"It's okay, don't worry," I reassure him. "Hajoon just told me that he said I would be here in one hour only to bug you," I snitch on this boy, but he rolls his eyes and chuckle. "Dammit, he's really looking for trouble," he does not get mad as expected from him.

I smile but do not say anything, and we both gaze into each other's eyes, but he pulls his wet hair back, some strands sticking to his sweaty skin. "I hope you were not pushing too hard," I lift the cold bottle up to his neck and put it against his skin, but he does not mind it. "I wasn't, don't worry," he tells me what I hope to be the truth, this moment feeling oddly tense.

We both maintain eye contact, but he licks his lips. "Stop looking at me like that, baby," his voice lower, and he wraps his hand around mine to take the bottle. "Why? I'm not doing anything."

"You are," he peeks down at my lips and bites on his rosy ones. "You're looking at me. With those eyes, and those eyes make me weak."

I laugh out of fluster and step back to have my back against the door, but he gets distracted by the kitten who is meowing for his attention. He glances down at her. "Not now, Bubble," he picks her up, and he grabs the handle of the door next to my hip to open it, so I step forth to let him do so, but he does not move, he lets me have my body against his and puts the kitten out of the room, before closing the door.

He lays all his attention back on me, but his hand remains where it is. "I'm sorry, I'm a bit too popular," he scoffs at his own sentence, and I grin. "Don't start to make me fear your colleagues, okay?" I give a small hit to his abs, but he does not even flinch. "Don't be. My kitten is the only other girl I give my attention to."

"You better do," I fail to look threatening. "You're cute when you get angry," he makes fun of me for having no authority and presses a kiss on my forehead before walking away. He opens the bottle to drink, and I follow him like a puppy. "Have you eaten breakfast?"

"I haven't yet, I always work out first, and you?" he puts the bottle down and turns around. "You better have," he adds before I could answer, but my mood permits me to play with him. "Or else what?"

His eyes look through my soul, and I step forth to stick my body to his hot one but feel his hardness press against me. "I want to know," I tease him, doing what he has been doing to me way too much because he knew I would not respond.

He smirks but tries to hide it, and this makes him look even hotter. "Answer my question."

"I did eat," I give him what he asked for. "Good. Now you keep quiet and stop provoking me," he sits down on my left and drinks again, but I bother him and get on his lap, and he puts one arm around my hips while gulping the cold water down.

I feel so small in his arms, this is insane.

"Why are you mean like that?" I pretend to be hurt, and he puts the bottle down, getting my focus on his lips that look a bit fuller than usual. "I'm not mean," his hot hand lands on my thigh in a kind manner, and he rubs it up and down. "I just do this to simmer you down and remind you of the rules."