Despising you

Chapter 23

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How am I here again? Kissing Jennie Kim and enjoying it...no, actually I'm basking in it—in all the glory of her hands roaming around my body and mine tangled in her golden locks.

I can't deny myself of this any longer; I like kissing Jennie. That doesn't mean I like her, only her lips—her soft lips that are bruising mine right now.

"I don't like you," she mumbles and then detaches her lips from mine. I want to whine, but before I can, she's attached them to my neck.

Oh God.

"You just like kissing me," I retort, half mocking, half groaning.

She's so good at that—nibbling on my neck like she wants to devour me and acting as if she's been thirsty for decades and is finally getting a drink.

Her lips and teeth are grazing against every inch of my neck and her other hand is in my hair.

"Exactly," she mumbles against my neck and I can feel her smiling into it. "No one can ever know about this."

Her warning goes half unheard as I'm too busy enjoying the way her lips feel as she drags them against my collarbone. However, the part of my brain that does hear it sends a pang to my chest; it's small and unpronounced, but it's still there.

I'm not sure why.

"No one," I agree, pulling her away from my neck and attaching my lips back to hers. "This is purely physical."

She hums into the kiss. "No strings."

This is my perfect scenario—something I've done most of my life anyway—so why do her words send me into a frenzy of sorts? I'm not sure, all I know is that a 'no commitment' affair works for me and it always has. I could never do strings, especially with someone like Jennie.

I hate her after all.

"No commitment," I respond readily, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her deeper into me.

God, she tastes just like how she smells—vanilla. Not the strong type, but the faint one that makes your mouth water.

I've kissed many people before, but this? Kissing Jennie is like taking a full deep breath after being submerged in water too long.

I thought nothing would be better than our first kiss, but she proved me wrong.

My hands roam her body as she sucks and teethes at my neck. For a straight girl, she's sure good at making my body ache in pleasure.

I feel her hands moving toward my jacket, slowly trying to get it off my shoulders and before I can help her out, my phone dings.

"Ignore it," she whispers into my mouth and I don't have to be told twice, especially when she takes my jacket off and tosses it on the floor like she's so ravenous for me right now.

Then my phone dings again—in fact it keeps dinging for the next minute. She groans into the kiss and I find myself unfortunately leaving her lips, having to push her away lightly.

"One minute." I promise her, finding it hard to look away from her beautiful, bruised lips. I fish my phone out from my back pocket and face palm when I see all the messages.

It's Jungkook, he's borderline harassing me because I'm meant to be at home right now doing a cake tasting with him and his fiancée. For Pete's sake!

If I don't show up, he'll know something's up—he knows how much I love cake—then he'll probably send out a search party or something. He's very dramatic.

I sigh loudly. "I have to go."

Jennie furrows her eyebrows. "What? Why?!" I ignore how needy her tone sounds and clearly, she's taken aback by it because heat rushes to her cheeks and I have to look away.