"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
Taehyung continued the delicate task of wiping away the smeared lipstick, his touch soft against her skin. Isabella's gaze drifted to his lips, now stained with the remnants of her lipstick, and she instinctively attempted to move away, shifting slightly in his lap. However, Taehyung's grip on her waist held firm, preventing her from moving away. Their eyes locked in a steady stare.
Her hand gripped one of his, silently communicating her compliance, while her other hand reached for tissues on the nearby table. Slowly, she settled herself back where she was before, finding a sense of comfort and security in his lap. This subtle gesture spoke louder than words, expressing her submission and willingness to remain close to him, which she herself was unware.
He watched her intently as she gently cleaned the lipstick smudges from his lips, their bodies mere inches apart. As they both were done, she began to stand up, Taehyung caught her hand, pulling her back down into his lap his gaze locking onto hers. She was baffled and perplexed at his actions, her confusion growing as he reached into the inside pocket of his suit blazer. He pulled out a lipstick, the sight of which only heightened her bewilderment.
He moved closer to her, the lipstick clutched in his hand. Isabella instinctively backed away, but Taehyung's grip on her waist was unyielding. In a commanding gesture, he pulled her closer, wanting her to stay still, but she resisted, tilting her head backward to create distance.
He raised an eyebrow, silently asking if she was challenging him. Then, he released his grip on her waist and instead took hold of her neck, pulling her closer to him. The unexpected movement caused her to gasp softly.
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The air grew heavy with anticipation as he applied the lipstick on her lips. His touch was gentle, his gaze locked onto her lips. Each stroke of the lipstick sent a shiver through her body, creating a sensual atmosphere between them.
As he applied the lipstick in a tender manner, she looked at him intently. She couldn't help but notice how close they were at the moment, and a shiver ran down her spine at the memory. Taehyung then said something that caught her off guard, "I bought it on the same day you were buying lipsticks for Samarah."
Her thoughts spiraled, and she began pondering the reason behind his kisses and the way they consumed her. The realization flooded her mind, making her feel both overwhelmed and vulnerable. The question of why he kissed her, why his kisses had such an intense effect on her, was like a puzzle piece falling into place. Could it be... could it be because he loved her? The thought was overwhelming, and she felt her eyes begin to well up with tears.
She questioned how she had never come to realise this before. Was it because she had been blind to it all along, was it something that she had deliberately avoided thinking about, refusing to acknowledge the truth that lay beneath the surface?
Taehyung let go of her neck, and she wasted no time in pulling away, quickly making her way to the door. Within an instant, she had retreated to her room. Slamming the door shut, her fingers trembling as she hastily locked the door behind her. She leaned her back against the door, her breathing ragged as she tried to process the whirlwinds of emotions.
