started: June 22
Irene Park, a stunningly beautiful girl, transfers to J high with her twin brother, Daniel. As they move, Daniel turns out to have a new body, forcing the twins to adjust to their new life with an unexpected new body. Irene ma...
"What do you want to talk about?" he asks, his brow raised in concern, clearly reading the worry on my face. I see a faint crease of confusion between his brows, as if he's already trying to figure out how he could change something about himself to make a better impression on my mom. But deep down, I know there's nothing—he treats me with kindness, makes me feel strong and accepted, and he's always a gentleman to every woman he meets.
"There's not much. I just felt like I should tell you... I want her approval," I say, giving him a nervous smile. Even as I speak, I'm not sure how I'm managing to stay calm when my nerves are practically trembling inside me. He simply nods in understanding, and I can't help but feel an overwhelming need to be close to him, to feel his warmth against me.
Summoning my courage, I crawl over to where he's lying, my knees sinking into the bed. He's watching me with that wide grin of his, and I can't help but mirror it. My hands press down onto his maroon crewneck, feeling the soft, expensive fabric beneath my fingers and the firmness of his abs underneath. Slowly, I pin my knees on either side of his torso and settle down on his lower abdomen. His grin doesn't falter as my fingers slide up his stomach, across his chest, and then to his broad shoulders, my body arching forward as I lean into him.
His eyes lock onto mine, just inches away. The warmth of his hands crawls up to the curve where my thighs meet my pelvis, his grip firm yet gentle, holding me in place. One of my arms rests on his shoulder while the other sweeps my hair to one side. For a second, I wish I could freeze this moment, just stay here forever. I want him—so much that my skin feels like it's on fire. The heat pools in my stomach as he shifts beneath me, the bulge in his slacks pressing against me.
But I can't let it go further—not yet. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I can feel the hesitation mirrored in his eyes. He knows I won't let this happen until he asks me, until it's official.
I'm falling for him—falling so hard that every minute spent away from him feels incomplete. He's all I think about, the future I dream of. I want him, not just physically, but completely. I want to be by his side as his partner, his equal—someone he'll respect and cherish as much as I do him. Every woman should strive for no less.
