How to Catch an Oppa (#Wattys2015)

Step Nine: Get in Trouble...

            A layer of moisture still fogged the bathroom mirror, but I could still make out the redness of my ears. I switched the phone to speaker and placed it in the dock station. Had I really just asked if she was naked? Something was seriously wrong with my brain...or maybe it was just her and those sparkling brown eyes whose surface was marred only by the pain lurking beneath. I knew I wanted to protect her, but the bulge emerging beneath the towel wrapped around my waist implied something more. She probably thought I was a pervert.

"Yes."

Great. She was a mind-reader too...

"Wait, yes?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm...naked."

I suppressed a groan as my erection strained against the fabric. Visions of her body clouded my mind: the contours of her hips, soft breast, and firm thighs. My fingers playing her like Tchaikovsy Concerto, traveling lower until—

"Christian? You there?"

"Oh, yes. Sorry."

My voice had dropped an octave and I knew I had to pull it together, but my body wouldn't let me turn back. Especially since she'd opened the door.

"Why are you naked?" I heard my voice ask.

"Oh, I umm, just took a shower."

A twitch beneath the towel forced me take a seat on the edge of the tub, hoping the discomfort of the position would reel my mind from the gutter.

"Where do you live?" I asked, steering us to safer territory. Then again, it wasn't safe. I'd only asked because every cell in my body wanted to find her...touch her...possess her.

"I live in 109 Tower, not far from campus."

Hope swelled in my chest. She was closer than I'd expected.

"I'm at my mom's in Pembroke Pines for the weekend, though."

Just like that, my dreams deflated yet the "towel tent" remained. It was for the best, I supposed. We'd had one "date", which meant it was too early to even consider fulfilling any part of the fantasies that had taken over my brain.

Jen jang, this was hard...literally and figuratively.

"So, what about you?" She asked.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"What about you? Are you...naked?"

Aigo! Every time I righted my sails, she steered me back off course. But wait...did that mean she shared my thoughts of—no, not possible.

"Christian?"

"Yes, yes. Man, I'm really sorry. What was the question?"

"Is this a bad time? You seem... distracted." She asked, a hint of humor lining her voice.

"You would be as well if you were thinking about—ay, pyeon tae...where is your brain?"

What the hell. I'd completely lost it. I fully expected her to hang up, but instead quiet laughter floated through the line.

"I like when you speak Korean. It's cute."

"Jinnja? I mean, really?"

"Jinnja!" she repeated, sending a rush of fluid to my extremities.

"In that case, yeh ppuh yo. Ken il nass uh"

"Err, what was that?"