Cutting Strings

Chapter 12 ● Longing Yours

Tiffany swat Sehun's hand away from his mouth and level him with a glare while Sehun only smirks at her like nothing in the world bothers him.

"What are you doing?" She pushes his chest to gives her space a little but Sehun is having none of that. Instead, he steps closer that their chest are only inches apart.

"Are you mad at me?" Sehun peers into her light brown eyes, trying to read her emotion.

While Tiffany can't think straight. His muscled arms trapped her, leaning to the wall behind her. She can smell his sweat, and his basketball attire looks good on him. Unfortunately for her, his sweat smells sexy and reminds her of the things he did in bed.

Sehun gently wipes her soft cheek to get her attention but Tiffany swats his hand away again. She is definitely afraid, because his gentle touch makes her heartbeat uncontrollably.

"I'm not... okay, I need to talk to you" she finally says and Sehun visibly tensed up. His face turns serious.

Tiffany tries to think. She really need to stop whatever going on between her and him before it is all too late. It is now or never.

"I..." a soft lip engulfs hers. It took seconds for her to realize Sehun is kissing her. Gently at first, and then he nips at her bottom lip, a silent permission from him to open her mouth. And she did just that.

Because she actually miss him.

Sehun kisses her until her lips are swollen and tingling, in a very good way. He doesn't involve any tongue, no. It was like he tries to send his emotion through a warm kiss right from the heart.

He lean his forehead on hers when he finally stop ravishing her lips.

"Don't" he whispers softly, closing his eyes. His arms still trapping her between him and the wall behind Tiffany.

Tiffany is sure she is about to explode. She doesn't know what to do, not even a little.

She breathes in to focus herself and put her small hand to his cheek, just like what he did before. She look straight into his eyes, which is now staring at hers. He look so open with emotion, tired and defeated.

"Sehun" she whispers in her small voice of hers. Sehun blinks in answer, he can't trust his voice.

"I can't..." before Tiffany could finish Sehun attacks her open neck and gives kisses to the spot she likes best. Tiffany involuntarily cranes her neck to give him better access, while her small hands move to his shoulder, grasping it like her life depends on it.

Her breathe starts to speed up, and so does Sehun's. His left hand moves to her small waist, slipping through her shirt and finds his way to rest his warm palm on her flat stomach.

Tiffany is very sure she is going insane as she can't even think of what to say. And when Sehun's lips move to the sweet spot under her ears she lets out a soft mewl and her knees go weak.

Sehun's arms are fast to catch her before she falls. In reflect, she wraps her feet around his waist while both of his arms are supporting her. Her back still pressed to the wall.

He has stopped and Sehun looks at her with amused eyes, looking like he is trying not to laugh.

Tiffany blushes red and playfully slap his broad arm, "Stop doing that!" And when Sehun gives her a deep chuckle, Tiffany hides her face on the crook of his neck.

Sehun can't stop thinking they fit so well together as her warm breathe and soft lips tickle his neck.

"What makes you want to stop?" He asks her, his right hand playing around her waist, absorbing her warm.