" 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 traced my waist.
I...
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VESTA'S POV
The soft patter of rain against the window roused me from sleep. As my eyes fluttered open, I became aware of the dim atmosphere created by the early morning rainfall.
It was barely 6 AM, but the world outside was shrouded in a misty veil. The window was foggy, the rain was persistent.
I tilted my head slightly, my gaze falling on Taehyung. He was propped up on his elbow, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.
His fingers gently traced the line of my jaw, sending shivers down my spine. I felt my cheeks grow warm under his scrutiny, a blush spreading across my face.
"You're so beautiful," Taehyung murmured, his voice low and tender. "Especially like this, in the soft, rainy morning light. I'd die to see you like this every morning. "
I ducked my head, embarrassed but pleased by his words. As I moved, a sharp pain in my pelvis made me wince.
" Ugh fuck. "
" You okay ?" He asked.
" I'm fine. Just a bit sore. "
He placed his warm palm gently on my lower abdomen, his touch was soothing. "I'm so sorry, I should have been more careful last night. I got carried away."
I placed my hand over his, offering a small smile. "It's okay, really. I'm just a little sore."
Taehyung began to gently caress my abdomen while maintaining an eye contact with me, his touch was both comforting and electrifying. "Let me take care of you," he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple.
Butterflies in my stomach is the bare minimum metaphor I could mention right now cause I'm feeling more than that.
Yesterday's memories came flooding in my mind. The fear and worry when I thought he'd been in an accident. The relief at seeing him safe. The rush of emotions as we finally confessed our feelings.
And then.
I felt my cheeks grow warm as I remembered what followed. It had been intense, passionate, but also tender in a way I hadn't expected. Taehyung had been so attentive, so careful with me yet so rough. It was more than just physical attraction - I felt seen, understood, cherished.
But as the initial glow faded, reality began to creep in.
What did this mean ? For Taehyung's married life ? The complications I've been avoiding suddenly felt very real and immediate.
Yet, looking at Taehyung's form, I couldn't bring myself to regret what had happened. I knew in my heart that this - us - was worth fighting for.
Taehyung reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His every touch was bringing back vivid memories of the night before.
Concern flashed across his face. "I'm really sorry, I should have been more careful-"
