Sexual Tension

Chapter 1: Beg for It

"Baby..." he moaned against your ear.
You put down your phone, just as you were about to snap a photo of the two of you. "Jongin, we're in public," you whispered, hoping nobody else at your table was paying attention to your conversation. Looking around, you saw that they were immersed in their own business.
All of a sudden, you felt his cool fingers brushing up your thigh. He reached his way in and your legs clenched together by instinct. You turned to face him and stopped his hand.
"Wait until we get home."
His eyes were dark and his lids drooped when he stole a glance at your lips. "I can't..." He took a little peck at your lips and you realized he was telling the truth. His kiss was hungry even though you two had just finished your dessert.
As you pulled away, he looked absolutely tortured and you knew you couldn't just leave him like this. You gulped nervously before turning to the other guests. "Excuse me," you murmured to your friends. "I'll be in the bathroom if you need me. I'm not feeling too well."
After your friends nodded and let you go, you stood even though Jongin's touch still lingered on your arms.
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Ten minutes had passed. Where the hell was he?
You couldn't believe you were doing this, not even while you pulled out your phone and called him.
He picked up quickly and you could hear the impatience in his voice. But you were impatient, too.
"Where are you?" you complained.