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Aaliyah
I walk into a stunningly sensual and cozy room and I'm loath to do anything to disturb it "where should I put myself?"
"Anywhere you like. Make yourself at home in my home."
"You live here?"
"Yes it's my main house. I usually don't bring anyone here."
I shoot him a sideways glance "No woman?"
"No, unless you want that."
"Damn....." that's makes me feel honoured, of course "You know how to make a girl feel special."
"What should I say that's my best trait, much like something else I could mention...." He looks down at the notebook in my hand and he assumes a hard, professional tone "You brought something for me to read?"
"Yes."
"How did the writing go?"
"It was easy." Writing while thinking about Taehyung is so easy, he's the most inspiring man I've ever met.
"Easy? How so?"
"The book was just dreams and fantasies but thinking about you.....my words just flowed."
"It must help to have a real life muse like me." He flex his biceps on me, too cocky
I roll my eyes at his boyish behaviour "it's does, I just hope I expressed myself fully......"
"If you want a future in writing, this is the way to start, real life audience" his voice is low and deep and I shudder. His eyes grow dark and when he heads upstairs, I follow.
"Wow" standing in his bedroom, I find myself suppressing a smile as I would do with an inside joke
"What is it?"
"Are these cashmere throws?"
"Good eye."
"Now I know it's not a coincidence that you have them. You know for certain I like the feel of cashmere against my skin."
"It's a nice touch, isn't it?"
"A nice touch, indeed." I head over to the bed and run my hands over them.
I'm aware of Taehyung standing somewhere behind me
"Sit back on the bed."
"In these cloths?"
"No."
"Good."
I take my clothes off and Taehyung doesn't even try to make it seem like he's not drooling over my breast
