" 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.
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VESTA'S POV
It had only been a few days since Olivia signed the divorce papers, and I’d officially moved into Taehyung’s penthouse. The transition was surreal, full of happiness, guilt, and everything in between.
Part of me still couldn’t believe this was my reality. The man I loved was now truly mine, free from the ghosts of his past.
I walked downstairs from the bedroom and I let my gaze fall on Taehyung. He was in the living room, shirtless and doing his usual morning push-ups, beads of sweat running down his toned body.
His muscles flexed with every movement, the soft grunts escaping his lips. A towel hung loosely around his neck, and despite the focus on his exercise, there was something incredibly calming about watching him.
I couldn’t help but chuckle as he wiped the bead of sweat from his face letting out a groan. “A 37-year-old man with less stamina? Should I be worried?”
Taehyung paused mid-push-up and shot me a glare that was half-offended, half-amused. “Less stamina?” he repeated incredulously, pushing himself up with a renewed vigor. “You should be worried about underestimating me, Ves.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “We’ll see about that.”
With a smirk, Taehyung shifted onto his knees and sat back on his heels, motioning for me to come over. “Prove it, then. Sit on my back.” he challenged.
I raised an eyebrow. “Sit on your back? Why?”
He leaned forward, his grin widening. “If I can do 200 push-ups with you on my back, you’ll have to surrender to me.”
“Surrender to you?” I echoed. “And what exactly does that mean?”
“You’ll find out.” he replied with a wink, clearly confident he’d win.
“Fine. But if you fail, I’ll be the one who gets to make demands.”
“Deal.” he tilted his head with a nod.
With that, I walked over to him, carefully positioning myself to sit on his back. Taehyung steadied himself, making sure I was secure sitting before starting. The push-ups were effortless for him, his muscles moving fluidly as if the extra weight didn’t bother him at all.
As he continued, I found myself admiring him. Even with me sitting on him, he was completely focused, counting each rep out loud.
“One hundred ninety-five… one hundred ninety-six…” His voice was steady, but I could tell he was starting to feel the burn.
“Impressive,” I mused, leaning forward a bit. “But I wonder if you’ll make it to two hundred.”
