Meical's hand came up, catching Min-jae's chin before he could say another word. His lips brushed against his.
Slowly, deliberately, leaving Min-jae frozen in place.
The kiss deepened, unhurried but firm enough to steal his breath, and the rest of Min-jae's words dissolved into muffled sounds between them.
When Meical finally pulled back, Min-jae's eyes were wide and dazed, his face completely red. His heartbeat drummed in his chest so loudly he was sure Meical could hear it.
Why? Why did something so simple feel so overwhelming?
Why did his chest tighten like this when Meical looked at him,like he wanted to drown in those eyes?
Meical's gaze didn't waver. It was calm, focused, and almost tender.
Min-jae's throat went dry. He shouldn't be looking at me like that.
Wasn't Meical supposed to hate him?
He was the reason his marriage to Seraphine fell apart. Meical shouldn't be touching him, shouldn't be making his heart race like this.
