Book 2: The Seventeen Heirs Series; Jeon Wonwoo (SEVENTEEN FANFIC)

47: TAKING

LEANNE AIANNE'S POV

"Hey . . ."

The stars disappeared from my sight when I felt Wonwoo's arm easing around me, enclosing me with his body heat. Shiver ran down my spine when he pressed a kiss onto the crook of my neck down to my bare shoulder.

"Hey." I hummed. I felt hot even if we're standing her outside the veranda. I smiled, because Wonwoo was giving me back my life. He was making me feel again.

"What are you thinking?" He asked, resting his chin on me. "You're not regretting it already, are you?"

I immediately turned around and stared at him intently. I took in his face, the line of his nose, the sexy curve of his lips, and the arch of his thick brows where those dark deep eyes were hiding as they stare down on me with ambivalence . . .

I shook my head as an answer to his question. I know I wouldn't regret this. But I'm scared. I'm nervous. What if this is wrong? No . . . What ifs are not around. This is wrong. But . . .

I'm having second thoughts on what I am doing because of the greater possibilities.

But what do I really want to happen?

I know he's the man who can fill this huge void inside me. My heart recognizes it. And that's what is important, right? To heal the wound in my heart? To be happy again? Right? I deserve this, right?

Yes, Aianne.

I smiled to that. It's like I heard my brother's voice saying it. He would definitely say that, in his soft brotherly reassuring tone, and then he would mess my hair.

"You're smiling. What are you thinking now?"

Obliterating all the thoughts in my head, I held his face and kissed him.

For a tiny moment, I sensed his surprise before his lids flutter close. He held my waist firmly and let me kiss him with abandon.

I kissed him slow, nipped his bottom lip, I tasted him, and took all I wanted. I kissed him with all the tears I've cried every night in my sleep, with all the pain I've endured for months, and all the feelings I suppressed, until my doubts were erased and faded.

I really don't know what's going to happen, but then, when it comes to fate, all you have to do is to trust it, that everything will fall to its rightful place.

So I'm giving this a try. Yes . . . this bruised heart will give us another chance.

"Care to tell me what that was about?" He asked me amusingly when the kiss ended.

"Just showing you what I was thinking."

"You sure that the only thing?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"You – stop that." I smacked him on his arm. He laughed.

"God, I miss you." He said when he's done laughing.

"Do you think we can work this out?" I asked him instead. I know he can see the vulnerability in my eyes. I just can't hide that. I want to know if he really wants this.

He slowly let go of a huge sigh before caressing my cheeks. He dropped a kiss on my temple and hugged me.

"I don't know what will come to us." He whispered, "What will happen . . . I can't guarantee perfection that this road we're taking isn't going to get bumpy along the way. All I know is that I will fight for us, for you. I know struggles will follow us, but they won't matter, as long as I got you." He pulled away and looked me in the eye. "I won't let anything stand between us again, Leanne. Not this time. So don't throw the checkered flag yet, okay?"