[ COMPLETED ]
" Tell me you don't love me, and I won't ever show you my face. Push me away so hard that I'd stumble to even look at you. " He leaned closer to my face. " Push me before I kiss you, before I cherish every inch of you. " His palm trace...
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TAEHYUNG'S POV
I watched Vesta's face fall even further as she stared down at her swollen ankle, gingerly trying to rotate it with a wince of pain. Her noon had officially gone from bad to straight-up dumpster.
"You know what, forget waiting around any longer," I insisted firmly. "Let me take you home and get you off that foot for good."
Vesta's head snapped up at that, those big doe eyes widening in surprise. "Oh no, Dr. Kim you don't have to do that. I can just call a cab or something."
But I was already shaking my head before she could even finish protesting. "And how exactly were you planning to get from the car up to your place with this sprain? Come on now."
I gestured pointedly at her mangled heel, then her alarmingly swollen ankle that would clearly need some serious icing, at minimum. Vesta winced again just looking at it.
"You're not gonna be putting any weight on that thing tonight, I can promise you that much." I held her uncertain gaze steadily. "So let me help you and get you taken care of already, okay?"
A crease formed between Vesta's perfectly arched brows as she hesitated, clearly considering the logistics.
" That's such an imposition after you've already gone so above and beyond helping me tonight." She scoffed out.
My heart gave a weird little stuttering thump at her sweet, self-conscious tone. This girl had been nothing but gracious and appreciative despite her major ordeal. Not to mention she looked even more irresistible flustered like this.
"Vesta." I scooted closer on the loveseat, dipping my head to meet her averted gaze head-on. "You're my step son's girl, okay? We're practically family at this point. And besides that I'm your friend too just like Miguel is like my buddy. I'm surely not leaving you stranded here like this when you're hurting."
I reached out to give her palm a reassuring pat, my palm skimmed along her silken hand. "So quit being stubborn and let me do this for you already. It's an order from the doctor. Okay ?"
The way her eyes crinkled at the corners told me the tension had eased.
"Well, I suppose if it's an order from the doctor, I wouldn't deny it. " She flashed me me a small smile that just about made my heart stop.
Before I could overthink it, I hopped up from the seat and turned, offering her my hands. "C'mon then. "
She allowed me to carefully leverage her up to her feet - or well, single good foot at this point. As she wobbled precariously, I wasted no time sweeping an arm securely around her slender waist to steady her trembling frame against me.
"Whoa there, easy does it. " I murmured as she instinctively looped her arms around my shoulders for balance. Our bodies pressed flush together, her luscious curves aligned perfectly with my torso in a way that really shouldn't have felt so deliciously intimate.
