{BOOK THREE}...When unworldly literature student Jeon Jungkook first encountered the driven and dazzling young entrepreneur Kim Taehyung it sparked a sensual affair that changed both of their lives irrevocably. Shocked, intrigued, and, ultimately, r...
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Jungkook P.O.V.
"Thank you," I murmur.
He frowns. "What for?"
"For telling me."
He shakes his head and a ghost of a smile touches his lips. "You can be very persuasive, Mister Kim ."
"And you can brood and internalize all your feelings and worry yourself to death. You'll probably die of a heart attack before you're forty, and I want you around far longer than that."
"Mister Kim, you'll be the death of me. The sight of you on the Jet Ski—I nearly had a coronary." He flops back on the bed and puts his hand over his eyes, and I feel him shudder.
"Taehyung, it's a Jet Ski. Even kids ride Jet Skis. Can you imagine what you'll be like when we visit your place in Aspen and I go skiing for the first time?"
He gasps and turns to face me, and I want to laugh at the horror on his face.
"Our place," he says eventually.
I ignore him. "I'm a grown-up, Taehyung, and much tougher than I look. When are you going to learn this?"
He shrugs and his mouth thins. I decide to change the subject.
"So, the fire. Do the police know about the arson?"
"Yes." His expression is serious.
"Good."
"Security is going to get tighter," he says matter-of-factly.
"I understand." I glance down his body. He's still wearing his shorts and his shirt, and I still have my T-shirt on. Jeez—talk about wham, bam, thank you ma'am. The thought makes me giggle.
"What?" Taehyung asks, bemused.
"You."
"Me?"
"Yes. You. Still dressed."
"Oh." He glances down at himself, then back at me, and his face erupts into an enormous smile.
"Well, you know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you, Mister Kim—especially when you're giggling like a schoolgirl."
Oh yes—the tickling. Gah! The tickling. I move quickly so that I'm straddling him, but immediately understanding my evil intent, he grabs both of my wrists.
"No," he says and he means it.
I pout at him but decide that he's not ready for this.
"Please don't," he whispers. "I couldn't bear it. I was never tickled as a child." He pauses and I relax my hands so he doesn't have to restrain me.
"I used to watch Carrick with Eunwoo and Mia, tickling them, and it looked like such fun, but I . . . I . . ."
