Fairy Tale

Chapter 36: Trust

🔥🧀🌶️Cheesy Spicy kissy Scene🌶️🧀🔥

Emily flopped onto her bed, her heart felt overflowing with love and gratitude. She had kicked her boots off, her feet were killing her, but she loved them. She had pulled on a pair of her pajama shorts and Minho's hoodie. She had washed her make up off and pulled her hair our and brushed it out. She lay for a second then rolled off the bed and down the hall, she knocked on Minho's bedroom door.

"It's open!" He called.

She pushed it open just as he pulled his t shirt off. Emily stopped dead, her eyes going wide, and face heating up. She felt stuck. Her eyes glued to his shirtless torso. She could feel the blush, but she couldn't do anything about it. He still wore his jeans, which were low om his hips, Emily swore she was drooling. 

"Enjoying the view?" 

"Huh?" She asked.

Her brain didn't comprehend what he said. He had stepped closer, a smirk on his beautiful face, his dark eyes darkened even more. He was now standing close enough she could reach out and touch him. And she did. Her fingertips gently brushed his bare skin. She felt all this muscles tense. Her fingers trailed over his torso, up to his chest and shoulders. She glanced up at his eyes and she sucked in a sharp breath. He was looking at her like he wanted to devour her, but also like she was fragile and he wanted to cradle her to his chest. She could fell her knees go week, heart heart picked up its pace, and her stomach had a wild heat explode into her limps. 

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Minho heard the knock, and called back. He pulled his shirt off, tossing it into the laundry. He froze when he heard a small gasp. He smirked and slowly turned towards the door. Emily was standing in the doorway, her hair in wild wavy curls cascading over her shoulder, she had washed her make up all off and now he could see just her. Her bare toned legs looked so soft, he wanted to run his fingers over her soft skin. Her big brown eyes were wide open and staring at his chest. He felt his heart miss a beat and his stomach back flipped. Her mouth opened, but then closed. She bit her bottom lip. He felt a growl trying to escape. 

Shuck she was hot and he wanted to bury his hands in her hair. He must have said something, because she answered in a small confused noise. He slowly stepped closer, hesitant to scare her or hurt her, especially after that weird run in with her step mom. He was now close enough to reach out and tangle his hands into her hair. She slowly reached out and her warm fingers brushed his skin. Everything tensed and a wild shiver ran down his spin. She ran her fingers over his abs and up his chest and shoulders, he shuddered, the growl finally escaped when she glanced nervously up at him. He almost lost all his self control when she looked at him through her long lashes. She was biting her bottom lip, and looking up at him. He let his chest rumble, when her hands went back down his chest and abs. He reached out and slowly dragged his thumb across her bottom lip, pulling it free. She blushed and looked away. Minho's thumb lost her mouth, but he kept it on jaw.

"I really wanna kiss you." His voice came out really rough. He cleared his throat, trying to get it back. 

"Okay." She squeaked. 

"Not like gentle though.." He took her chin in his hand and turned her head to look up at him.

"Okay." She repeated.

Her eyes fluttered back up to look at him. She was looking at him with such soft yet needy eyes, they were unsure yet she also seemed to know exactly how to make him loose control.  Minho finally lost all his self control. In one swift motion he closed the door behind her, and pushed her up against it. She let out a gasp of surprise, before he had his mouth over hers. Her lips tasted sweet, and she smelt delicious, it made his head spin, and his stomach twist and turn. He had his hands clamped around her waist, and his body pushed against hers. He pushed her into the wall as much as possible, but he wanted her closer. He wanted to feel her heart beating as wildly as his, and fell her chest rising and falling as rapidly as his. He wanted to feel her skin on his; hers setting his on fire. He didn't mean in an explicit way, he just wanted to hold her close and kiss her face and neck forever.