Page 118 of Paradox
“There's only one Jeon Jintae.”
“There’s got to be more.”
“But you’re the only one who’s mine.”
“Yours?”
“Yeah. You’re mine. Now can you put my damn sweat pants on?”
“Are you trying to prove to the birds who I belong to?”
“Maybe. And maybe I think you look sexy as fuck when you walk around with them sitting so low on your hips that your hairs stick out.”
I bury my face against his neck, and he taps me on the butt. “There’s no point in getting shy now.”
I wiggle in his arms. “You can put me down.”
“I don't think so. Not when you’ve still got one more gift to give me.”
I grip his shoulders and lean back. “Is it a kiss? Cause I can give you that right now.”
“It’s not, but I’ll take one.” The way he puckers his lips is way too cute. It’s sweet, and simple, with just a little tongue. The kind of kiss that’s acceptable to give in public, even if there are kids around. But it still makes my heart flutter.
“Doyouplan on tellingmewhatyourlast gift is, or am I supposed to just guess?”
“Well, we could play that game, but there’s chocolate waiting.”
“Chocolate?” I perk up and start looking around the cabin. “Where?”
“There’s half a block melted in each of those mugs, with milk.”
“Are you telling me you’ve had chocolate this entire time?”
“Maybe?”
“Maybe?” My voice cracks. “And where have you been hiding it?”
“My loft.”
“You sneaky prick.”
“I was saving it.”
“For what? Today?”
“It being Christmas is more of a happy coincidence.”
"But that's still not a giftjustfor you."
"Isn't it?"
“My god, Eden, just spit it out.”
“Fine. I want you to sleep with me… In my bed.”
“In the loft?”
“In the loft. With me. In my arms.”
