Indebted...

Part-23

Jungkook's pov

So now, what?

Sitting upright in bed the next morning, I nibbled on my thumbnail. I'd woken up alone. I honestly couldn't say whether Taehyung had slept beside me. For all I knew, he cleaned me and himself up and then went straight to his own bed. It was the first time in my life that I'd fallen asleep right after sex.

Then again, it was also the first time someone kept my body hanging on the edge of an orgasm for so long that my eventual release drained every bit of energy from me. Did I regret last night? Not even a little. And I probably wouldn't regret it if it happened again, to be honest. After all, I'd already crossed emotional lines with him So the idea of taking what I could get and making some delicious memories didn't seem so bad.

However, there was a chance that Taehyung was now regretting last night. It was the "not knowing" that made anxiety curdle in my stomach.

Did I go out there and act like nothing had happened? Did I make a glib comment about it to dispel any awkwardness? Would he even feel awkward?

Unlikely.

Nothing seemed to make Taehyung feel uncomfortable. I just hoped he didn't plan to treat me to a "it was a mistake" talk. It would be no different than a slap across the face.

Deciding to go ahead with my morning ritual, I went straight to the bathroom, did my business, and took a hot shower. A bath would have been better, since I was a little sore from last night, but I didn't have the time. I'd do it later, when I was back at home. Well, Taehyung's home.

I wrapped a plush towel around me, opened the door, and took a step into the bedroom. I stopped dead, tensing. Taehyung-fully dressed and looking as hot as ever-stood a few feet away.

If this had happened yesterday morning, I'd have ushered him out of my room with a horrified squeak. But after last night, I felt off-balance and unsure of where I stood.

His dark gaze bore into mine, giving away nothing. Literally nothing. There was no heat, no emotion, no gleam of ... anything. "The museum opens in an hour," he said.

I blinked. That was pretty much the last thing I'd expected him to say. "I'm sorry?"

"You said you wanted to go to the Natural History Museum while we're here."

"I do."

"If we leave here soon, we can spend a few hours there before we fly home," he said, not sounding in the least bit enthusiastic about it. But he was willing to go with me anyway. I might have read something into it if he hadn't agreed to this prior to our trip.

I cleared my throat, still feeling stupidly awkward. "Okay. Great. Thanks." Amusement lit his eyes, and one corner of his mouth hiked up. "What's funny?"

He pursed his lips and shook his head. "Be fast." As he turned toward the door, his eyes flicked to the nightstand. "Don't forget your rings."

Watching him walk out of the room, I took a steadying breath. Well it was safe to say that, as I'd anticipated, he didn't feel awkward. It also seemed that we weren't going to address what happened last night, which suggested that he might well regret it. Disappointment sat heavy in my stomach. And I realized a tiny part of me had held some pointless hope that last night was the beginning of something. It was the same tiny part of me that had gotten us into this entire freaking situation by making a deal with the devil. So, yeah, that "tiny part" was absolutely fucking stupid-there was no question about it.

Shaking off my dull thoughts, I quickly got ready to leave and packed my small suitcase. After placing my luggage near the front door beside his own, I headed to the dining area to grab something from the spread of breakfast foods on the table. Taehyung was nowhere to be seen. His empty cup and plate told me he'd already eaten.