Mrs. Right

Throwing Caution

I woke up on the couch alone with a throw pillow where Jimin's chest had been. I sat up to find a note scrawled on a piece of notebook paper laying on the coffee table. "Went to pick up breakfast. Will be back."

I smiled. That man had the patience of a saint to be willing to come back after I had told him I wasn't ready yet. I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a shower. I suspected that I had to look awful after crying and falling asleep in his arms. I took one look in the mirror and confirmed my suspicions.

The water felt so good on my skin, but not as good as Jimin's touch. I found myself thinking of him as I washed my body. I remembered the sensation of his hands gripping my thigh and opening me up to him--his soft fingers trailing along my skin as he slid them up my side. The sensation was so foreign to me, and oh so welcome. Daniel's hands felt like sandpaper. I complained and begged him to moisturize them multiple times, but he would repeatedly reply, "Real men don't moisturize."

I imagined it was Jimin washing me--his fingers massaging the shampoo into my scalp and rinsing my hair out. His hands rubbing the loofah around my body. His hands soaping up my breasts and then working their way down to my folds.

Fuck! I wanted him so bad. Why did I have to chicken out last night? I grew angry at myself. What an idiot! Park Jimin wanted ME! Even if I was just going to be a one-time thing for him, he wanted ME.

But that was the problem, wasn't it? I had never had a one-night stand. And this was the worst kind. I'd still have to see him afterward. I couldn't handle the thought of letting him have his way with me only to see him at work every day knowing he was no longer interested. At least if I was a good lover he'd be more likely to come back for more, but I had only been with one man all my life. I didn't know if I was any good. And I wanted Jimin to keep coming back. I wanted him to fuck me over and over and over again. I'd go crazy if he just tossed me aside. My soon-to-be ex-husband had already done that, and the wound was still fresh.

I finished taking my shower and toweled off my hair and body, squeezing as much water as I could out of my thick hair. I wrapped my body in a towel and finger-combed my curls, then opened the bathroom door and took a few steps out only to find Jimin standing there, jaw dropped, coffee in hand.

Oh my god. I had completely forgotten about him coming back. For a split second, I thought of throwing caution to the wind and dropping my towel. The goody-two-shoes in me wouldn't allow it. That bitch!

"Uhhhh . . . I got coffee and hotteok," he said, staring. His eyes roamed their way down my body as I stood there frozen like a deer in headlights. I watched as he licked his lips hungrily. It made my core tingle and my knees weak. He looked back up at my face and added, "and condoms."

Fuck it! I dropped my towel to the floor and walked my way over to him as he mumbled the words, "Fuuuuuuck meeeee!" in awe.

"That's the plan," I smirked at him. Once I reached him, I put my hand on the back of his neck and drew him to me, kissing him.