a girl, that knows nothing of feelings. not only that, but her body is also suffering greatly.
not knowing that she was being ruled by emotions on a rollercoaster of passion, while the desire for more, more of the many beautiful feelings she feels f...
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Sunoo carefully moved closer to her on the bed, his intent purely to soothe her with gentle caresses on her arms and back. Yet, the moment his fingers brushed against her top, she recoiled sharply, a pained hiss escaping her lips. The fresh sensitivity of her burns was alarmingly clear, sending a wave of concern through him. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice rich with worry, watching her tense form with apprehensive eyes.
Overwhelmed and not yet prepared to disclose the extent of her injuries, she remained silent. Her eyes, wide with a tumultuous full of fear and pain, avoided his gaze. Sunoo, perceiving the depth of her distress, paused, his words soft and careful, "Can I lift your top to see?" The question hung in the air, heavy with implications. After a fraught pause, she nodded hesitantly, her apprehension palpable.
Sunoo gently reached to lift her top but a sharp vibration from her phone cut through the tense silence, jarring both of them. The phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand. Nabi, consumed by her own dread, hardly registered the sound. Her eyes remained tightly shut, muscles tensed in anticipation of his reaction. She feared he would be repulsed by the sight of her scars—a fear that gnawed at her from within.
As Jungwon's name illuminated the phone screen, Sunoo felt a twinge of possessiveness. His proximity to Nabi, accentuaded by the warmth of his breath against the delicate skin of her neck, caused a visible shiver to travel through her body. He noticed the reaction his proximity evoked, his breath warm against her neck as he leaned over to inspect the phone.
He observed her reaction closely, a mix of concern and a faint hint of jealousy shadowing his features. Holding the phone aside, he asked softly, his voice a soothing balm yet underscored by a taut undercurrent, "Do you want to take this?"
Nabi's eyes flicked from the vibrating phone to meet his intense gaze. The depth in his eyes, tinged with an undeniable possessiveness, seemed to pull her in deeper, stirring emotions within her. "Do you need to talk to him?" he pressed gently, his tone velvety yet laden with an unspoken urgency that hinted at his underlying jealousy. His eyes locked onto hers, compelling and deep, radiating a seductive appeal that made her heart flutter and her thoughts scatter.
Feeling overwhelmed by the raw emotions of the moment and the complex web of her feelings, she murmured a faint "No..." Her voice was barely a whisper. This simple word was laden with significance, signaling her choice to distance herself from anyone else but Sunoo at that moment.
Understanding her whispered refusal, Sunoo's expression softened, a wave of relief washing over him as he registered her decision to stay disconnected from Jungwon. He nodded slowly, his features relaxing into a tender smile that masked the fierce protectiveness stirring within him. Deliberately, he placed the phone far back on the nightstand, a symbolic gesture to ensure that nothing would disrupt the fragile intimacy blossoming between them. His actions were protective and intentional, designed to shield their connection from any external interruptions.
