Page 6 of When Worlds Collide
I slapped my hand over his mouth, a startled laugh bursting out of me.
“Joon!”
In response, he narrowed his eyes at me and licked my palm. I gasped as a shower of tremors ran down my spine, involuntarily arching my back and pushing me further against him. I bit back a groan.
“Sexy magic,” I hissed at him.
His dark eyes crinkled at the sides and he gently removed my hand, giving it a soft kiss where he’d licked it.
“I’ll stop doing it, when you stop liking it,” he said in a dangerous tone. I only sighed in response, as much frustration as exasperation.
Then, something occurred to me.
“Hey!” I exclaimed, trying to push aside the needy way my body still thrummed. “I thought you were asleep? You landed hours ago. Didn’t you go home?”
Jihoon leaned back against the plush leather seat, pulling me with him so I leaned up against his chest from where I still perched on his lap.
“I was asleep, but I didn’t go home.”
Maybe it was the early hour, but my brain was not braining at that moment. I could feel my whole face scrunched up in confusion as I peered up at him.
He smirked and placed a kiss to my forehead. “You’re so cute when you over-think things.”
I blinked up at him, finally understanding. “Have you been here this whole time?”
He hummed, the sound vibrating against me.
“It’s a 90-minute drive from here to Seoul, it was easier to park up nearby and sleep instead of driving 90 minutes there, and 90 minutes back.”
I bit my lip. “You didn’t need to wait at all. I would have gotten a taxi.”
He huffed a quiet, tired laugh. “As if I would have made you come all the way to Korea, and then not be here when you arrived?”
He looked down at me, one eyebrow raised. The look was meant to be chiding, but it just made me blush. I always blushed when confronted with the full force of his attention. Everything about him – from his other-worldly good looks, to his well-practiced expressions - made my heart pound. To be so ordinary in the presence of someone like him was… a lot.
“You didn’t make me do anything,” I mumbled. “I wanted to come.”
Jihoon pressed a kiss to my nose. “I’m so sorry you couldn’t come on our plane.”
He blew a sharp breath out and leaned his head back against the headrest. I lifted my hand to his jaw, smoothing away the lines of tension I could feel there.
“Your plane may be cool, and all, but does it have little bottles of perfume?” I asked, very seriously, somehow keeping up the facade, even when Jihoon’s brows knotted in evident confusion.
I pulled out the little fabric bag from my pocket that I’d swiped from the plane – double checking with Graham, the flight attendant, that I was allowed to – and unzipped it to showJihoon the little samples inside. My stoicism quickly turned into glee as I proudly displayed my new moisturiser, cleaner, toner, perfume and hand lotion.
“And look! It even comes with these bamboo facial pad things!” I held the little ivory cleansing pads up to Jihoon’s face. He laughed.
“Don’t you have these things in your bag?”
“Pfft, I don’t have bamboo face pad money. My skincare was basic, and on sale. But look! Now I have samples!”
“You’re so cute,” Jihoon said, indulgently. “But we’re fixing that. My girl deserves good skincare.”
My skin might not have been glowing, but I felt like I was.
Chapter 3
We must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, the driver was waking us, having lowered the partition. Beneath me, Jihoon stirred more slowly, his arms pulling me against him tighter as he grumbled into my hair.
