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TWENTY NINE

Trigger warning ⚠️ : 21 +

Explicit content ahead.

Skip, If minor or uncomfortable.

( Y'all don't come to tease me. I'm not a minor. I'm 18+ )

A/N : So brace yourselves. This is the most awaited chapter.

TAEHYUNG'S POV

I closed the door behind us, watching as Vesta took in her surroundings. My apartment wasn't much , just a small, cozy space with a bedroom, bathroom, living area, and kitchen, but seeing her here made it feel like home in a way it never had before.

As I flicked on the lights, I couldn't help but stare at her. She was soaked to the bone, her clothes clinging to her curves, her wet hair falling in loose waves around her face. She looked beautiful, vulnerable, and utterly irresistible. I clenched my fist, trying to get a grip on myself.

Now wasn't the time.

"You must be freezing," I said, breaking the silence. "You should get dried off."

She nodded her hands still wrapping around herself. "That would be nice." she admitted with a small smile.

"I've got some spare shirts in my bedroom cupboard," I told her, gesturing towards the door. "They'll be too big, but at least they're dry. The bathroom's just through the bedroom. "

"Thanks. " she said softly, her eyes meeting mine for a moment before she headed towards the bedroom.

As soon as she was out of sight, I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. I ran a hand through my damp hair, still trying to process everything that had happened.

She loved me.

Vesta Laurent, the woman who'd been occupying my thoughts for months, actually loved me back.

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as I replayed our kiss in my mind. The way she'd felt in my arms, the softness of her lips, the little sigh she'd made when I pulled her closer, it was everything I'd dreamed of and more.

But reality was quick to set in. This wasn't going to be easy. There were so many obstacles and reasons to not get involved together. Especially the age difference. For a moment, doubt crept in.

Was I being selfish? Was I ruining her life by pursuing this?

I shook my head, trying to clear those thoughts. No, I couldn't think like that. We were both adults, capable of making our own decisions.

And she said she wanted this too.

Right?

I moved to the kitchen, deciding to make some tea to warm up. I filled the kettle, with my thoughts constantly drawing back there.