Khao POV
"After dropping Kim at his house, we're now both here, in my bedroom. First has every right to be angry with me, but what he did at the bar with that guy... I can't believe it, and I can't get the image out of my head.
I was furious. The lips that should be mine were on someone else, not me. Just replaying that scene in the club makes my blood boil... The way he clung to First, and First let him, and kissed him right in front of me. I know... He only did it because he was angry at me, not because of his genuine desire
First regarded me, his expression a mirror of my own turmoil: annoyance, irritation, and, if I wasn't mistaken, a flicker of guilt that danced within the depths of his large eyes.
The kiss with book that had become a digital wildfire, consuming the internet with its viral spread. I knew, with a certainty that settled like a stone in my gut, that First harbored a jealousy towards Book, a sentiment I understood, yet Book was nothing more than a friend. The kiss, a violation of my own agency, had occurred without my consent. I possessed no recollection of the event, until the jarring reality slammed into me via a video clip .
First remained silent, a tempest brewing behind the shield of his composure, his gaze, a series of daggers aimed directly at me. His anger was palpable, a tangible force that filled the room, mirroring the storm within my own heart, fueled by the memory of the events that had transpired in the club. I yearned to explain, to clarify the truth behind the kiss, a truth that held no bearing on my own desires or intentions. I craved his trust, the unwavering belief I knew he was capable of, and I knew... First's inherent kindness, if i were to truly try, would enable him to understand. But that, I realized with a sinking feeling, was not the crux of the matter.
My gaze, a captive, traced the familiar contours of his lips, the very lips that had been sullied by another's touch, a violation that was beyond my control, and a torment I knew would haunt my waking thoughts.
I moved closer, our eyes locked. "You shouldn't have," I murmured, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. I saw the fear flicker in his eyes. Before he could react, I cupped his nape, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He tried to pull away, but I held him fast, one hand on his neck, the other on his waist. "Khao... hmm... Stop," he gasped, trying to break free. Anger surged through me.
"You shouldn't have," I repeated, my grip tightening, my mouth now demanding, insistent on his upper lip. I ignored his small sobs, my fury directed at myself, at him, and, most of all, at the stranger in the bar who had dared to kiss him
The kiss. It's the only thing that matters right now. The initial touch of lips, a stolen moment with someone else... The sting of jealousy, the possessiveness over something that should be exclusively mine. Now, all I crave is to erase the memory of their warmth, to obliterate the trace of another's lips.
The taste of his lips, a memory I desperately wished to erase, lingered on my own. It was a mistake, a moment of madness I couldn't explain.
The kiss ended abruptly. He recoiled, stumbling backward, his chest heaving. His eyes, usually so warm, were now blazing with fury. "Are you insane?" he roared, his hand flying to his swollen lips, a crimson stain blooming on his upper lip.
"You shouldn't have done that," I choked out, the words barely a whisper.
He scoffed Asking me "why?...
Don't u say that it's just a fucking kiss. Then, why the hell that simple kiss is bothering u so much?
First--
"Did you sleep with him, Khao?" he asked, catching me off guard. "Did you? Is this all because I wouldn't let you that day?"
