Secretnotebook Histoires

I burned his kitchen. He stole my heart. Fair trade? Moving into my best friend's penthouse should have been easy. Her brother is "never home," she said. "You'll have the place to yourself," she said. She forgot to mention that Kim Taehyung walks around shirtless at midnight. That he has a voice like velvet and eyes that miss nothing. That he'd find my secret notebook-the one with the very private list of romantic fantasies I've never told anyone. Item No. 1: A kiss that steals your breath. Item No. 5: cough something spicy cough Item No. 13: To never let him go. Now he's marking my pages with tiny checkmarks. Offering to be my "practice partner." Promising to help me check off every item before my renovation ends and I have to leave. But the more we practice, the less it feels like practice. And the brother upstairs? He's becoming the only item that matters.