May 1, 2020
Book Two of the UNDONE series, following unrivaled
Jeon Jungkook is one of the youngest security experts in the country and he is working to keep his boss's company out of crisis. He is not alone. His friends are all professionals and d...
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Just like Jungkook promised, it did not take long for dinner to be served.
The meal was delicious and Jungkook was sweet and shared his meal with her.
Lyra enjoyed eating with him. At the table, with his friends, concentrating on his food, she could watch him to her hearts' content. At those times he was most real, warm and open, willing to share his food, his laughter, his stories.
As she finished eating the supper, she continued to feast on him. She memorized his boyish grin, the way he guarded his steak from his friends but insisted on sharing slices with her, the way he closed his eyes and made tiny moans when something was really good.
She lost herself watching him.
The room began to change as the dinner was cleared away and the lights dimmed. Some music was playing softly in the background. Lyra found herself swaying to the gentle beat. She loved music. It had been such a long time since she lost her body to the rhythm.
She snuck a glance at JK. She so hoped he was a dancer. He was sitting there with his hands on his knees, still, no reaction to the music. She could not wait to dance, but it looked like he was content to sit.
Then she felt it. His leg started to bounce, and not nervous energy, but in time to the heavy bass beat.
Then he started to wipe his hands down his pants leg. She watched his face. His was worrying his mouth between his teeth. Was he nervous?
JK tried to sit still. He was notorious for being the first one to the dance floor and the last to leave. He loved to feel the rhythm through his body and to move to it.
Then he saw her from the corner of his eye. Her feet were moving and her body was already swaying to the sounds.
He was suddenly nervous. He wiped his hands down his thighs to try to rid them of the clammy feel.
He drew a deep breath and turned to her.
“Do you want to dance?” a deep, thick voice asked.
He turned in disbelief to find Taehyung holding his hand to her.
“Hell no!” JK practically shouted, “back off Tae. She's mine.”
Taehyung laughed and backed away, his hands in the air in surrender.
As a parting shot, he taunted “Yours? You sure about that?”
JK blushed hard, turning to Lyra with an apology written all over his face. Shit!! Had he just claimed her as “his" in front of everyone? She did not strike him as a woman who would appreciate that just now.
As he met her eyes, before he said anything, she looked at him with sparkling eyes and said “please dance with me.”
He took a minute for that to sink in, then he reached for her hand and pulled her to the dance floor.
