After that breathtaking kiss, she’d shooed him into the shower while she had gone to her room to change her clothes. The trouble was, she had nothing that would fit him. He was wearing an oversized sweatshirt of hers. But it wasn’t large on him. It was, in fact, a little small. He’d wrapped a towel around his lower half.
She swallowed now as she remembered what had happened when she’d knocked on the bathroom door to deliver the sweatshirt. That door had suddenly swung open to reveal Jungkook, clothed in only a towel, standing before her. The towel had lovingly clung to his hips. That was understandable. But it had offered no protection for his very fit torso. Or did she mean from his very fit torso?
She hadn’t averted her eyes. They’d traced his beautiful abdominal muscles. He had toned his body to the point that he had left nothing to her imagination. Her eyes slid into every well and divot they could find before his voice sounded in her ears to redirect her attention to his handsome face. But inwardly, she’d been sighing that she had to tear her eyes away from such a feast.
If only they could marry. Then those beautiful abs could belong to her. She had blinked in an attempt to dispel her wandering thoughts. His faint smile had distracted her then. She’d lost herself in those obsidian orbs once more.
“Is that sweatshirt for me?” he’d asked sweetly.
She’d nodded. He’d taken it.
“Nothing else? All my clothes are soaked through.” The corners of his lips had quirked upward in an amused grin.
She’d held her arms out for his clothes. “I’ll wash and dry them right now. You’ll have your own clothes back soon.”
She knew he couldn’t leave until he had something warm and dry to wear home.
He’d handed her the pile. But he had made sure that his fingers grazed her arm as he did so. That’s when the lightning had struck. On the inside of her heart. On the edge of her skin. And outside her bedroom window. That purple lamp was toast. Had that been a sign of impending doom?
