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“Yeah. They forgot they even met me. But that didn’t mean they didn’t notice their money missing. And it only took a five second phone call for them to find out who was responsible. We had to relocate a couple of times before I changed my MO and got smarter. But then other things would go wrong. My brother’s car would break down, or our landlord would kick us out, as if the effect of my signature was causing things to go awry. And then, to top it all off, one day, I came back home and they were gone. As if they were never there. As if they never existed.”
“That’s not your fault.”
He turns to me with big red eyes, and it twists my gut to see him like this.
“How do you know? How do you know my constant schemes didn’t get them into trouble or curse them into nonexistence.”
“I don’t think?—”
“Then how do you explain why I can’t find a single trace of them? Huh? Four years, I’ve been searching for them. Four. And it’s as if the ground swallowed them up. No one knows what happenedto them. No one knows where they are. What if…what if I made that happen?”
I grab his mug and pull him into my arms before his tears turn to sobs and his sobs into a full-on breakdown.
I hold him there in my arms. I’ll hold him for as long as he needs.
“We’ll find them, Seojun. You didn’t hurt them. I know you didn’t.” I rub his back and keep going until the shaking stops. “You’re okay. I’m here. Let it all out.”
He pulls away slightly and looks me in the eyes as if for the first time. His bottom lip quivers, and I grab his chin as if that will stop it.
“Wh-why?” he whispers.
“Why what?” I whisper back.
“Why are you being so kind to me?”
“Because…” I start but never finish as he closes the distance between our mouths and puts his hand on the back of my neck.
His lips taste salty, but his tongue is sweet. The juxtaposition of flavors lights up my insides. Even though we’re not stuck together anymore, even though his touch doesn’t make me feel like there’s a river of fire inside me, I still feel the heat explode within me. It’s not forced. It’s natural. It’s what two people ought to feel when they touch with such passion, such tenderness.
Not that I needed it, but it’s good to have confirmation that Seojun’s signature wasn’t completely responsible for how my mind and body reacted to his kisses.
I lie back against the couch. Seojun climbs on top of me, the blanket around his shoulders covering both of us. I deepen thekiss, holding his head in both hands. His are resting against my chest. Every time he exhales, it makes me inhale him, pinning him to me.
I grow hard against him, and he starts grinding on me, making me throb and pulse under all the layers separating us.
Suddenly, everything feels tight. The shirt constricts my body movements, the bow tie, although loose around my neck, is choking me. I’m bursting inside.
As if he knows, he starts undressing me. Unbuttons my shirt, unzips my fly, freeing me of my suit until I’m naked under him and he’s painfully clothed. The soft texture of his silky garments feels like a thousand tender kisses all over my skin.
Seojun lowers himself to the floor, and as he takes position in front of my manhood, the blanket drops behind him. He stares at me as he wraps his lips around my length, and I have to hold my breath or risk coming undone.
He rubs my thighs, my calves, my belly, any part of me he can reach. The more he takes of me, the faster he goes down on me, and I have absolutely no idea how I’ve never thought to do this with another man before him. Because I’ve never felt more alive than I do with him.
Maybe…
Maybe I was waiting for him.
Maybe all the crap that happened to me in the past, all the exes that took advantage, that used me and discarded me like I was nothing, were just the warm-up for him. This tiny marvel on his knees before me, bringing me closer to absolution with every dip, every look, every breath.
CHAPTER 17
SEOJUN
Idon’t deserve this man’s attention. I don’t deserve this man’s affection. And I most certainly don’t deserve his body.
I’m sure he’ll realize that sooner or later. He’ll figure out I’m the scum of the earth and discard me accordingly. But if he thinks I’m going to stop touching him, licking him, loving him before then, he’s got another think coming. Besides, it’s not as if I could let go, even if I wanted to.
I can’t. Not when he’s been so kind to me and I’ve been so cruel. Not when his eyes set me on fire and his hugs bring me home.
