•𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑵 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵•【√】

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛᴡᴏ

It’s been days since that encounter in the lake and things have been weird. I am angry and freaking confused. He had no right to do what he did, to kiss me like that, to look at me with those eyes of his so deeply and lure me in. He has no right to treat the situation we are in as a normal one, as if I am not here because he holds Jihee in silver chains all this time. He had right to play with my heart like this.

And yet, I can’t stop thinking about that kiss. I can’t stop reliving it and dreaming about it. And in my dreams, I don’t stop, I am not ready to slap him, I don’t run away from him. In my dreams, I come closer, I kiss deeper, I claim more. And, goddess, does he give me more. Enough to wake me up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, with shaking knees and an abysmal, hot need between my legs. Cold showers have been the norm these last days.while I had made some burn at different places of the room be it bed wooden sides, or the bathroom door frame I burned it out of anger.  Thankfully, all that talk about sleeping with me remained just talk.

“I will be leaving in the morning,” Jinyoung says over his plate. “Before sunrise.”

I don’t look at him but his presence is dominating the kitchen, the room, my whole fucking world right now. Though I told him that our deals are off, I still meet him for breakfast and dinner. He pretends that nothing happened between us, he never apologized, he never mentioned it and he never made another attempt to repeat it. Antiope  is whining every single moment for that last part and longs for a connection with him.

Instead, every time we meet he hands me documents to review and talk about. I am flattered that he considers me his equal but I hate that he changes the subject each time I ask about Jihee.

“Good,” I am honest.

“You are still not coming with me.”

“I am still not coming with you.”

“Very well,” he frowns. “Have you looked at the correspondence I gave you this morning?”

“I did but only because I hate TV and because there are no books in English or Hangul around here.”

“You could have gone for a run.”

“And suffer having Thane around? No, thanks. Anyway, though reminding you I am not your secretary, I read the reports.”

“You are not my secretary, Emery,” he growls. “You are my Luna.”

“I am your captive to do as you wish with but these things seem to escape your notice,” I raise a brow and he swallows hard. “Technicalities aside, the agreement seems legit to me and is to the benefit of the pack. My proposition is for you to sign it.”

“Okay, I will next thing tomorrow before I go.”

My jaw drops. The letters he handed me were unopened. I was the first to read them and he is agreeing to my opinion just like that? I had to jump through hoops to get Council to even listen to me on pack issues.

“Are you done?” Jinyoung wipes his lips on his napkin.

I nod and get up to gather our plates. As is our usual ritual, I wash the dishes and he dries them before putting them back. When we are done, he usually bids his good night and leaves. Not tonight. Tonight, he is blocking the exit to my room and has his hands in his pockets awkwardly.

“What?” I say frustrated.

He says nothing, just comes and takes me in his arms. I gasp out of pure shock as he wraps his arms around my waist, his face buried in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent.