Trainwreck

Chapter 9

It was crazy, crazier than her wildest dream, but Minji didn't want to wake.

As Hanni tugged her closer to the bed she hesitated, her heart thumping painfully in her chest at the thought that perhaps she would. Everything was happening so fast: first the train, the fight and an escape worthy of an action movie, and now this. It would be all too easy to mistake a fevered dream for something real.

Minji blew out a sharp exhale, but it didn't help to calm her nerves. Not for the first time, she wished she was more like Haerin.

Her sister acted so effortlessly around Omega girls, knowing just the words to say to make them melt. Minji remembered her attempts to replicate Haerin's smooth moves, hours spent posturing in front of a mirror until she felt like a bull negotiating the confined spaces of a china shop. Even now that Hanni had made it clear she wanted them to happen, Minji couldn't shake the fear that she could ruin everything with one misplaced word.

Haerin would scoff and tell her that failure was better than not trying or – more likely – that she was reading way too much in what would probably end up being a one night stand. Minji couldn't help it.

There was just something about Hanni.

While she let the Omega sit her on the edge of the bed, Minji's mid went back to the moment she'd seen her. She was on the train by chance - her car's engine having decided to shit the bed the week before - drained from a day spent with the PR firm she and Haerin had recently hired for the launch of a new marketing campaign. Only half aware of her surroundings, Minji was nodding off, the book she'd brought along forgotten on her lap, when - just before the train left the station with a screech - Hanni had passed by her seat.

She remembered doing her best not to stare after her, hoping that the vision would choose a nearby seat and dreading that she might. The thought that the stranger could turn around any minute and notice her looking was enough to make Minji's cheek flush a violent red, and she turned her face in a hurry, pressing it to the window in an attempt to cool it off.

Later, when Hanni had been in danger, she'd intervened without hesitation despite the danger she'd find herself in.

But apparently a naked Omega was all it took to reduce her to a blundering pup. It had been different in the bathroom, with her head all fogged up by the pheromones, but it seemed that the closer they actually got to sex, the clearer her mind became.

Minji had stared then, and she stared now, yet she felt as if she was really seeing Hanni for the first time.

The warm light of the bedside lamp bathed Hanni's curves in gold, making them appear even softer than what Minji knew them to be. She had felt them when she and Hanni had pressed into one another before, delicate and pliable against her more angular frame, but no less strong.

Blushing for all that she was worth, Minji allowed her gaze to roam, keenly aware of the stirring that the sight caused between her legs.

Tousled from sleep, Hanni's hair tumbled down her back and shoulders in a cascade of stray locks shadowing her breasts. The Omega stood within her reach and, unable to resist, Minji pushed away the errant tangles, fully exposing Hanni's chest.

Her blush deepened, stinging her cheeks, and noting that a similar flush was creeping across Hanni's collarbone was of very little consolation. Despite being an Alpha, Minji wouldn't say that she was dominant. Far from it in fact. She always found herself tongue-tied and wrong-footed in this sort of situation. Her relationship with sex was a complicated one; she desired it like most people, but could never bring herself to let go completely of her innermost inhibitions, too afraid that – should she allow herself to truly lose control – she'd never get it back.