"I'm yours Kitty," he whispered as he lowered his head towards mine. I wanted him, more than anything in the world.
While on a summer vacation at the Virgin Islands Katy Thompson runs into Jeon Jungkook in a hospital after she finds her brother unc...
Beyonce's Birthday Partition played on the radio as I drove towards the airport in my parent's shiny black Jeep Wrangler. The sun was shining brightly in the ever cloudless cyan sky. I hummed along, not really paying attention to my surroundings. A lot had happened and I wasn't sure how to feel about it all. Did I regret it? No. Was it the smartest thing to do? Hell no! Arrrgh...Katy what did you do? I resisted the urge to bang my head on the steering wheel and stiffled my scream. It wasn't like me to let a man I'd just met to touch me like that. Jeon wasn't any man though, he was intimidating, thrilling and mysterious. Encompassing me with his soul searching stares and knowing hands.
"Go out with me," Jeon had said last night, running his hand through his already tousled hair. Bulging biceps strained against the soft cotton of his white T-shirt.My lips had moved of their own volition and said, "Okay." He'd left, a satisfied smirk plastered on his face. I'd tossed and turned in bed trying to figure out what exactly it was that drew me to him so intensly. He was very handsome, had sexual potency that was hard to ignore. Almond eyes hinted on being of Asian origin, but I couldn't guess his nationality. Not even his cute accent could clue me in. To say I was frustrated would be a major understatement.
Standing at the terminal curbside of the Cyril E. King airport, I watched people while trying to distract myself from all thoughts of Jeon.I'd worn a light white blouse with the front tucked into denim cutoff shorts paired off with white sneakers. I'd held my long hair up into a messy bun with wisps framing my face. Where is she? Just as I was about to check the time on my David Yurman wrist watch, I heard a familiar shriek.
"Katy! Hey mama!"
"Key!"
We embraced, jumping up and down, ignoring judging looks from passersby. It'd only been a week since we parted, but it felt like forever. She'd cut her long brown curly hair and dyed it blonde. Keisha looked beautiful as always in a fitting dove grey vest tucked into a pair of skinny denim jeans and sneakers. I helped her pull her heavy Versace suitcase to the car.
"Did you bring the whole house? This thing is heavy." I laughed as we hefted it on the back seat of the jeep.
"Don't judge a girl by her suitcase missy. When I'm I going to come to the Virgin Islands again?" "You know how busy we've been at the boutique," she said referring to her high end boutique Libellule, French for dragonfly.
"What did Jean say when you told him you'll be leaving for three weeks?" I asked thinking of her eccentric gay designer.
"You know how he is. He locked himself up in the stock room and wept holding onto pairs of Jimmy Choo's. I promised I'd bring him back a hot Caribbean man," she said and we laughed. The rest of the journey was filled with laughter as we caught each other up on what we'd missed. I didn't tell her about Jeon though, that was a conversation that required a tub of ice cream and cushy pillows.
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I'd just parked the jeep when Kai came storming from the cottage, banging the door behind him. "Kai! Kai!" I called after him, but he ignored me and run towards the beach and out of sight. "Go after him, I'll handle the luggage," Keisha said waving me off.
