"You fucking kissed me in front of everyone!" Jungkook snapped, his eyes flashing with anger.
"Yes, and?" she shot back.
"The picture of you forcing your kiss upon me is all over the fucking internet! This has been a fucking scandal for fuck's sake...
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-Chapter Twenty Four- I'm the kind of challenge no one can ever reach.
"For the last time, Jeon Kenzie, I am not your bro," he husked near her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine.
Kenzie tried to shake off Jungkook's intense presence as she dove into her favorite game, desperate to focus on something other than the heat radiating between them.
But as she tilted her head, she realized their lips were just an inch apart—too close for comfort.
Her heart raced, and she blinked lazily, getting lost in his mesmerizing eyes. The strong scent of his cologne enveloped her, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on the game.
No matter how hard she tried, Jungkook was a major distraction.
"I am your husband if you keep forgetting that," he teased, causing her to turn and meet his gaze.
Kenzie gulped, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, and she noticed Jungkook's eyes drop to her bare pink lips.
"I said it in the moment, I didn't mean it that way," she admitted, her voice husky and filled with longing.
Why are his eyes deeper than any ocean?
Why does he feel like an intoxicating drug I can't resist?
Kenzie couldn't shake the thoughts swirling in her mind as she stared at Jungkook.
"How did I get so lucky?" she wondered, her heart racing.
Every little detail about him seemed to draw her in deeper—the way his hair fell just perfectly, his strong jawline caught the light, and those mesmerizing eyes that held a world of mystery.
"Why do I feel this intense pull toward him?" she thought, biting her lip.
It was as if every fiber of her being was screaming that he was meant for her. The way he leaned in close, his scent wrapping around her like a warm blanket, made her feel both exhilarated and dizzy.
"He's so perfect in every way," she mused, her mind racing with possibilities.
"What if I could make him see me as more than just his wife? What if I could be the one he dreams about?"
The thought sent a thrill through her. She imagined what it would be like to have him look at her with that dark, intense desire.
Jungkook's words echoed in her ears, and she couldn't help but feel a rush of heat at the memory.
"I am your husband if you keep forgetting that."
The way he said it made her feel like they were the only two people in the room, and the rest of the world faded away.
