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THE EXOTIC DANCER CHAPTER 050✔

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THE EXOTIC DANCER CHAPTER 050

"It's alright. I didn't mind."





"How are you feeling?"

If Taehyung's entire existence could have been explained within the lines of the feeling he managed to give me the only way I would be able to put it is warm. He made me feel warm. Without even needed to touch me he managed to make everything seem okay just with the sound of his voice and the sight of his smile.

He was indeed smiling when my eyes opened. It wasn't big enough to where his teeth peered out between his pink tinted lips but the corners of his mouth turned up in a friendly way.

Taehyung's breathing was even when I lowered my eyes to the sight of his chest I watched carefully as every one of its movements continued by and by with repetitive position. I took my own breaths by watching his. Breathing in when i saw his chest expand and out when the feeling of his breath lingered upon my own face.

It was then when my body took in just how close he was to me. When my eyes had opened to take in the sight I had seen him, but feeling his breath upon my own skin sent a shock through my body that made the mental image click within my mind.

If I inched forward the slightest bit my lips would press to his.

I watched his lips. They pressed to each other so gently it made me wonder of their softness. Would they feel as they looked?

Something deep in the pit of my stomach wanted to know the answer to the questions rolling through my mind, all about how he would feel. What his mouth would taste like upon my own.

"Shailene?" He whispered, eyes meeting mine.

His voice pulled me from the sight of his lips to the vision of his eyes. They were so gentle. In a way they explained the entire night before with a soft exactness.

Of course Taehyung had stayed with me. Someone with such kind eyes would have never left me.

Watching him made my heartbeat pick up. Eyelashes batting involuntarily. It was as if I had no control over what I did. Inside there was something I wanted and I didnt care about how it made me look or how ridiculous the thought may have seemed within my mind. I wanted it, and I was tired of giving up the things I wanted.

I wanted him.

I didnt know for how long, or if I would enjoy the moments I was about to push myself towards but I knew I wanted him in a way that was more than the one we had known.

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