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As Ivy said those words, Taehyung felt the weight and power behind them. Her voice held a certainty that both intrigued and unsettled him, striking a chord deep within his heart.
Did he want her as she did him? He himself wasn't sure; these feelings were unknown, uncharted territory. He had always been in control of his emotions, but with Ivy, things were different, unpredictable.
He looked deeply into her eyes, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. But words weren't necessary.
Their eyes alone conveyed what they felt, speaking volumes more than any conversation could.
It was as if their souls were connected, reaching out to each other in a silent understanding.
Taehyung's hand rose slowly, his fingers delicately brushing through her hair. He set the strands gently behind her ear, his touch lingering as he gazed into her eyes.
He could see no hesitation, no fear. Her expression was soft, open, and trusting. It was as though she had laid her heart bare, inviting him in without reservation.
With a deep breath, he glanced down at her slightly unbuttoned shirt. His fingers moved carefully, buttoning the top three buttons that had exposed a bit of her skin. His touch was careful, almost reverent, as if he were afraid of crossing a line he hadn't fully defined yet. Yet his actions held a sense of protectiveness, a desire to respect the bond that lay between them, even if he didn't fully understand it.
Once he had finished, he looked at her once more, his expression conflicted. There was a brief moment where he seemed like he might say something, but instead, he sighed, stepping back. Without another word, he turned and left, leaving Ivy standing there alone.
Ivy didn't try to stop him this time. She watched his figure retreat, understanding that he needed time. Time to process, to come to terms with the emotions they both felt but had not yet put into words.
Today, he had taken a step forward, a small yet significant one, by controlling his desires instead of acting on impulse. She could sense that he was beginning to realize the depth of their connection, even if it was just the first step.
Leaning back against the wall, she closed her eyes, a smile spreading across her lips as she relived those moments. She could still feel the warmth of his touch, the sensation of his fingers grazing her skin, and the way his lips had left a lingering presence on her. Every small gesture, every fleeting look, had left an indelible mark on her heart.
She stayed there, savoring the feeling, allowing it to envelop her entirely. It was as if his touch had become imprinted on her, and no amount of time or distance could erase it.
She knew he would come to understand their bond, little by little, and she was willing to wait as long as it took. For now, the memory of his touch and the look in his eyes were enough.
