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- Parts 19
He hesitated. For the first time since I'd met him, Minho looked uncertain. His eyes met mine, searching. Like he was trying to figure out what the hell this was between us.
And before I could process it, his lips were on mine.
Soft. Slow. It was nothing like the rough kiss I had given him earlier in front of everyone. This was different.
And then he pulled away, just as suddenly as he'd kissed me. I already felt myself missing the feel of his lips against mine.
We both just stood there, breathing hard, staring at each other like strangers.
His eyes searched mine, uncertain, but still somehow warm.
Minho exhaled slowly, and then he gave me a crooked smile. There was nothing absolutely wicked or mean about it, and for some reason, it tore me in two.
"Next time," he said softly, "when I kiss you, we'll both mean it."
He stepped back, giving me space, and for the first time, I felt cold without him near.
"And trust me, darling, we'll both want it."
[HIATUS]