a girl, that knows nothing of feelings. not only that, but her body is also suffering greatly.
not knowing that she was being ruled by emotions on a rollercoaster of passion, while the desire for more, more of the many beautiful feelings she feels f...
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"I want more," he whispered, the words barely leaving his lips as his hand on the back of her head gently pulled her closer. They had both completely lost track of their previous positions, caught up in the moment.
"I want more of your touch." he elaborated, his voice carrying a longing that mirrored the intensity in his eyes.
She looked at him, her gaze deep and searching, understanding the significance of his words.
"Then you'll have it." she replied softly without much thinking.
With deliberate slowness, she placed her hands on his shoulders, her touch light yet filled with intent. Their faces were inches apart, the space between them charged. The warmth from their bodies and the soft lighting in the room created an intimate atmosphere that felt removed from the rest of the world.
Sunoo's breath hitched as Nabi's fingers traced the line of his jaw, a simple gesture that sent shivers down his spine. "And what do you want?" she asked, turning the question back to him, inviting him to voice his desires.
"I want to explore this... with you," he breathed, his hands moving to hold her waist, pulling her even closer if that was possible.
To see where these feelings take us.
Nabi, feeling a blend of shyness and embarrassment as the intensity of the moment grew, sought to divert the conversation to something less charged. She glanced at his jacket, which he still wore despite the warmth of their proximity.
"Aren't you uncomfortable?" she asked, a need to momentarily ease the emotional depth between them. "Still wearing your jacket, I mean..."
Sunoo, slightly taken aback by the sudden shift, chuckled softly. "Honestly, I hadn't noticed until now," he admitted, his hands pausing on her waist. "Guess I was a bit too distracted."
Then she moved away from his body to give him the opportunity to take off his jacket. With a playful grin, he sat up, just enough to begin shrugging off his jacket, the movement deliberate and slow, almost as if he were teasing her with the normalcy of the action in contrast to the charged atmosphere. "Better?" he asked, his voice light, the jacket now draped over the back of a nearby chair.
She nodded, a slight motion that belied the storm of emotions brewing inside her. The sight of Sunoo in his partially unbuttoned white shirt, revealing just enough to intrigue but not expose, sent a wave of warmth rushing to her cheeks. It was a look that combined casualness with an unintentional allure, one that the girl found herself unexpectedly drawn to.
