{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.
Holy crap. "That's . . . harsh."
His knuckle gently grazes my cheek. "But effective," he murmurs. He gazes down at me as if he's trying to see into my soul, his eyes darkening. After an eternity, he murmurs, "I'm glad you did."
"Really?" I don't understand.
His lips twist in a sad smile. "Yes. I don't want to hurt you. I got carried away." He reaches down and kisses me. "Lost in the moment." He kisses me again.
"Happens a lot with you."
Oh? And for some bizarre reason, the thought pleases me . . . I grin. Why does that make me happy? He grins, too.
"I don't know why you're grinning, Mister Kim."
"Me neither."
He wraps himself around me and places his head on my chest. We are a tangle of naked and denim-clad limbs, and satin red sheets. I stroke his back with one hand and run the fingers of my other hand through his hair. He sighs and relaxes in my arms.
"It means I can trust you . . . to stop me. I never want to hurt you," he murmurs. "I need—" He halts.
"You need what?"
"I need control, Kook. Like I need you. It's the only way I can function. I can't let go of it. I can't. I've tried . . . And yet, with you . . ." He shakes his head in exasperation.
I swallow. This is the heart of our dilemma—his need for control and his need for me. I refuse to believe these are mutually exclusive.
"I need you, too," I whisper, hugging him tighter. "I'll try, Taehyung. I'll try to be more considerate."
"I want you to need me," he murmurs.
Holy cow!
"I do!" My voice is impassioned. I need him so much. I love him so much.
"I want to look after you."
"You do. All the time. I missed you so much while you were away."
"You did?" He sounds so surprised.
"Yes, of course. I hate you going away."
I sense his smile. "You could have come with me."
"Taehyung, please. Let's not rehash that argument. I want to work."
He sighs as I work my fingers gently through his hair.
"I love you, Kook."
"I love you, too, Taehyung. I will always love you."
We both lie still in the calm, quiet after our storm.
Listening to the steady beat of his heart, I drift exhausted into sleep. -
