jimin's pov.
times like this made me wish i was in high school again.
i wasn't the innocent type but i still got good grades, hence the fact that i'm now a teacher.
my thoughts dropped with as much sarcasm as possible.
out came savannah in a fresh white towel.
no makeup on and most importantly, no clothes underneath.
you'll freak her out.
i cleared my throat as i watched her meekly walk towards me.
"your clothes are folded in the guest room-" i stopped in mid sentence since i was distracted.
"well can i have some clothes?" she asked.
"you don't want your clothes?"
"i rather get into something comfortable."
i nodded, standing up.
i walked to my closet and pulled out a black t-shirt and a pair of gray joggers.
i handed her the clothes, our hands lingering at the touch.
"i feel like i'm a scruffy teen again." i flushed at my choice of words.
her eyes widened.
"cute, very cheesy i must say."
i was sure that i was blushing like a girl who just got asked out by her crush.
i leaned forward, pulling her closer to my frame.
"i really want to kiss you." i stated hesitantly.
she hummed as the corner of her mouth lifted slightly in humor.
"you're killing me here." i muttered, my eyes trained on that cute mouth of hers.
"you want to kiss me?" she questioned.
i nodded without hesitation.
"on my lips?" she pushed the question some more.
i nodded again, not wasting time.
"which one?" she questioned with a sly smirk.
i laughed at her pun and leaned in to kiss her.
i mumbled against her mouth.
"both."
she moaned, taking the clothes from my hand.
i softly bit her lip while pulling away.
"let me take you to prom." i whispered unconsciously.
she stared at me for a bit and furrowed her brows.
"are you fucking crazy?" she quietly asked.
"that hurt." i pouted, placing my hand on my chest in exaggeration.
"people will know." she said, slipping the shirt over her head, towel still wrapped underneath.
