Often (Book 1)

Chapter 13 - M

Minji

A million thoughts ran through my mind in that second. We couldn't keep doing this. Either this would continue or it had to stop. Now. It was interfering with my business, my sleep, my head—my fucking life.

But no matter how much I tried to kid myself, I knew what I wanted. I couldn't let her leave.

She practically sprinted down the hall but I chased after her. "You can't pull something like that and then expect me to just let you walk away!"

"The hell I can't!" she yelled over her shoulder. She reached her room and fumbled with her key before shoving it into the slot.

I reached the door just as she got it open, meeting her eyes briefly before she ran in and tried to force it closed. My hand shot out, pushing it open so violently that it crashed into the wall behind it.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she yelled. She stepped into the bathroom opposite the door and spun around to face me.

"Will you quit running from me?" I followed her, my voice echoing in the small space. "If this is about that woman downstairs—"

She looked impossibly more furious at my words and took a step toward me. "Don't you dare go there. I have never acted like a jealous girlfriend." She shook her head in disgust before turning to the counter and rummaging through her purse.

I stared at her and she grew more and more frustrated. What else could this be about? I was completely bewildered. Her anger usually had me slammed against something and half naked by now. Here, she seemed genuinely upset. "You think I would be interested in any random woman who puts her room key in my hand? What the hell kind of person do you think I am?"

She slammed a brush on the counter, looking up at me furiously. "Are you serious right now? I know you've done this before. Just sex, no strings attached—I'm sure you get room keys all the time."

I started to reply, because in all honesty I had been in relationships that were strictly about the sex, but this thing with Hanni hadn't been just sex for a while now.

But she cut me off. "I've never done anything close to this and I don't know how to navigate it anymore," she said, her voice getting louder with each word. "But when I'm with you, it's like nothing else matters. This . . . this thing," she continued, gesturing between us, "this isn't me! It's like I turn into a different person when I'm with you, and I hate it. I can't do it, Minji. I don't like who I'm becoming. I work hard. I care about my job. I'm smart. None of that would matter if people knew what was happening between us. Go find someone else."

"I already told you, I haven't been with anyone since we started this."

"That doesn't mean you won't take a room key if it's put in your hand. What would you have done if I hadn't been there?"

Without hesitation, I said, "Handed it back."

But she just laughed, clearly disbelieving. "Look. This whole thing exhausts me right now. I just want to take a shower and go to bed."

It was nearly impossible to imagine walking away from her and leaving this unresolved, but she'd already moved away and was turning on the shower. Just as I reached the door to the hall, I glanced back to where she stood, already surrounded by steam, watching me leave. And fuck if she didn't look as conflicted as I felt.

Without thinking I crossed the room, gripped her face between my hands, and pulled her to me. When our lips met, she made a strangled sound of surrender, immediately digging her hands into my hair. I kissed her harder, claiming her sounds as my own, making her lips mine, her taste all mine.