Serendipity: The Amazing Journey Of A Soulmate

32. Who are you?

NAMJOON

All the walk to her apartment, Inna does nothing but jump up and down, giggling and squealing at literally everything. "Joonie, look at this plant! It's just so cute I wanna hug it!" she says running towards a house plant in the lobby and dragging me after her. "Aww, there's another one! Annyeong!" she continues her midnight exploration and I can't do anything but follow her. Her wavy hair bounces every time she makes a sudden move, shining in the dim light of the hallway. A stubborn lock of hair keeps falling on her face, and she just blows it away, but it ends up falling back in its original place. She is a beautiful drunk mess and I am just a man crazy in love with her.

In the elevator, I wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her close to me, placing a tender kiss on her temple. She moans in satisfaction, the sound music to my ears, then looks at me with those big pretty eyes that are making me lose sanity. I didn't realize until now that the green of her irises is not pure, but it has flecks of amber sprinkled around the pupils, such an unique combination. I remember I read somewhere that hazel green eyes are rare, only 5% of the population has them. This information makes her even more special. Her eyes always change colors and the way they catch the light right now remind me of wild rain forests. "Hmmm" she says still staring at me. "What?" I reply softly. "You're so handsome. Aish! You're so damn handsome!" She grabs my cheeks between her hands, squeezing them. I look at her in bewilderment. "And your lips are so beautiful too. Awww!" she giggles still playing with my face and my heart skips a beat. "You're a snack, Joonie! I'm going to eat you" she says standing on her tiptoes and reaching for my lips, but she is still too short. A chuckle escapes my mouth, impossible to resist her cuteness.
"Dimples!" she squeals then starts poking my cheeks in the spots where my dimples are formed. "Crackhead" I say, ruffling the hair on top of her head and she gives me a dumb smile. The elevator doors open and she forgets her game as she darts out on the corridor, laughing and shouting "I'm going on an adventure." Jesus Christ, woman! Where did you find all this energy? I run after her and catch up with her in front of the apartment. "Inna, baby, shhh! People are sleeping" I say as I set myself in front of her and put a finger on her lips. She looks a bit dumbfounded, then opens her mouth and playfully bites my finger. The way her plump lips wrap around it so seductively sends all kinds of dirty thoughts in my head. Gods, this woman is making me lose my mind. She brushes past me on surprisingly steady steps, even in those high heels, and taps the code of the apartment, stepping inside.

She starts removing her boots and throws them all over the place, then heads to her fridge and holding the door wide open, she does nothing but stare at it for a few seconds. What the hell is she doing? "Inna?" I say as I remove my shoes as well and follow her. "Oh, there it is!" she says as she grabs a bottle of wine. "No, baby. No more drinking" I say as I approach her and try to take the bottle from her hand. She evades me, trying to hide the bottle behind her back but after a few tries I manage to take it and put it on the kitchen counter. "Yah, you're so mean" she pouts trying to reach for the bottle again. I let out a long breath then lift her in my arms bridal style. "That's enough for tonight. You're going to sleep, young lady" I scold her as I walk towards her bedroom.

Putting her to bed is nothing but sweet torture. The moment we arrive in her room Inna starts getting touchy and seductive, purring like a feline in my arms as she nibbles at my earlobe. Her little games make me get hard under her touch, taking a lot of effort to restrain myself and not claim here right here and now.
"Don't play with fire, baby" I say as I slowly put her down and go to the dresser, looking for something comfortable for her to sleep in. I grab the first thing I lie my eyes on, a white tank top, then turn back to Inna to help her get changed, only to find her standing there in her bra. The leather jacket and the black blouse she's been wearing tonight are lying on the floor at her feet and she giggles at me, biting her lower lip with passion in her eyes. Shit! "Joonie, come here" she says and I obey. I wrap my arms around her small figure and place a soft kiss on her lips which makes her smile with pleasure. Her skin feels so delicate and smooth under my palms and I let my hands slide for a bit on the curve of her back.
"Let's get you out of these jeans, alright?" I say and she nods at me, anticipation plastered on her face. No baby, not tonight. Not in this state. When I worship that marvellous body of hers I want her all sober and focused. I want her to remember screaming my name and the pleasure I'll give her. I help her remove her pants and put her tank top on, then lead her to the bed, but she won't move. "You take it off too" she says biting her lip. This little devil. "You want me to remove my t-shirt?" I ask her with amusement in my voice. She nods at me, waiting. Running a hand over my face, I decide to please her and do as she asks. Letting the t-shirt fall on the wooden floor, I approach her and swipe her in my arms, her legs immediately curling around my waist as I carry her to the bed. We're kissing now, passionately. To be honest, I don't know how to describe our make out sessions other than passionate. It's so much fire in us, so much yearning. I lay her on the bed, slowly, not breaking the kiss, me towering over her. She tastes like heaven and that perfume of hers is driving me crazy. I've never been one to like artificial scents, but the one she uses is out of this world: expensive, exquisite, maddening. Her greedy hands are all over my body, stroking my chest, my back, the curve of my spine. Being in bed with her like this, without getting intimate, might be the hardest thing I've ever done. But it's still so perfect. It's what I've dreamed of so many nights. After a while, I pull back and let myself fall beside her on the mattress, cuddling her in my arms. She rests her head on my naked chest and wraps an arm around me, holding me tightly. "Will you sing for me?" she murmurs and I press a kiss on the top of her head, playing with her soft hair. "Mhm" I whisper, then start humming one of our songs. I will stay with her until she falls asleep, then go back to the dorms. At least, that's the plan I had in mind.