How to be loved

17 - Spicy

HOW TO BE LOVED

17 – Spicy

Freen's POV

"Looks like I'm needed. Let's head back," Becky said, facing me.

"Sure, Becky. Take your time. I'll be right behind you." I nodded, looking into her eyes.

"Follow us, Freen, okay?" Josh exclaimed before heading back to the event.

I leaned back against the wall, gazing across the hallway. The silence of the area resonated within me, bringing me back to the moment I kissed Becky earlier.

Her lips felt so soft and sweet, like the petals of a delicate flower. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down my spine and making my heart race.

It felt amazing, like I was born to kiss those lips, to kiss her. In that fleeting moment, it felt like the world had stopped spinning, and it was just the two of us, wrapped in a bubble of warmth and tenderness.

I could taste the faint hint of champagne on her lips, mingling with her natural sweetness, a combination that made my head spin with longing. Her breath had mingled with mine, creating a rhythm that felt so right, so perfectly in sync.

My heartbeat quickened, fast and fluttering, and I panicked, pulling myself away from the kiss, not wanting to upset her. Almost at the same time, I felt her starting to kiss me back—or was that just my imagination? Regardless, I regretted ending the kiss.

I opened my eyes and touched my lips. "Huh! You were just shocked in that moment," I mumbled to myself. Standing up, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. Composing myself, I walked back to the event, determined to face whatever awaited me with Becky, my thoughts still lingering on the softness of her lips.

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Freen's POV

The next day, Becky accompanied me to meet her previous mentor, Mr. Williams, who was interested in casting me in a commercial endorsement partnership with our company.

As Becky discussed the details of the partnership, emphasizing its advantages for our company and ensuring provisions for my well-being, I couldn't help but observe her facial expressions. Her dedication and professionalism were evident, but so was her genuine concern for me.

In that moment, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over me. As I looked at Becky, I felt the urge to caress her cheeks gently. And when my gaze landed on her lips, I felt an inexplicable desire to kiss them. Shit, am I really attracted to Becky romantically? I questioned myself inwardly.

Her voice brought me back to the present, discussing logistics with Mr. Williams. I nodded along, trying to focus on the business aspects and suppress the thoughts swirling in my mind.

After the meeting concluded, Mr. Williams expressed his enthusiasm for our collaboration and assured us that the details would be finalized soon. Becky and I left his office, heading back towards our workplace.

"Are you okay?" Becky asked as we sat on the couch in her office. "I noticed you spaced out earlier and were totally silent on our ride back here."

"Oh, nothing. I guess I was just tired from last night," I made an excuse. I couldn't admit that my heart skipped differently since I kissed her last night. That I think I am attracted to her. She just officially forgave me last night, I could not afford to make a mess.

"Are you sick?" she asked, her hand landing on my forehead and the crook of my neck to check my temperature. Oh my god, Becky, you're making it difficult for me.

I leaned away from her, "N-no, I just need rest."

She was about to say something when my phone buzzed with a video call from Nam, for which I was thankful.