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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He turned to see her sitting among the pillows of her bed, her hair in a tumble, her lips swollen from his kisses.
She clutched his shirt tightly around her. Her expression was closed.
Was she trying to hold onto him for just a few more seconds or was she hiding her body from him, protecting herself again?
Either way, his heart hurt.
He squatted down next to her and called her name.
“I don’t want to go,” he whispered as she nodded her head silently.
“I don’t want to leave you,” he said struggling with what to say.
She surprised him again by launching herself in his arms and wrapping herself around him, peppering his face with kisses.
She drew back and slid away from him, pulling his shirt off and handing it to him.
“Promise me you will be careful,” she asked, knowing he was keeping something from her and fearing the worst.
“I will,” he promised, kissing her and pulling her to her feet.
He pulled the shirt on and found his jacket and slipped his shoes on. He felt such disappointment leaving here, leaving her.
His phone buzzed again, then again. Tae the first one, then his driver. He had to go.
She sensed it, knew it from his face.
She stood on tiptoe and kissed him softly. He grabbed her waist and held her tight when she would have stepped away.
“Lyra, I don’t know what the next couple of weeks will be. I wish we could set our next date now. But I can’t. I will try my best to see you or call you. Please don’t worry or think anything bad if I can’t. Just….I need a little time,” he was begging for her understanding, his eyes round and clear.
“How could I say no?” she answered honestly,” please be safe."
One more kiss, one more buzz of his phone and he was gone.
Lyra heard him wait until she clicked the deadbolt, watched him in the security cam as he paused and rested his head on the door for a moment before leaving.
She stumbled into the bathroom and tore down her hair, scrubbed her face until it was raw and threw the black lace underwear in the bottom of the hamper. It was replaced by her rattiest pajamas.
Now, this was more like it, this was the real her, not the fool who left here earlier tonight. She fell into her bed, the smell of Jungkook still lingering everywhere.
And in the dark, she began to cry. She surely had been Cinderella at the ball tonight. But where Cinderella had left the class slipper, Lyra was sure she had left her heart.
