"Never hide things from hard-core thinkers. They get more aggravated, more provoked by confusion than the most painful truths."
Tough beta cop, Wang Yibo, wakes up one morning with a hangover and some very vague memories of the previous night. One o...
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ZHAN POV
I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. I'd been waiting for this moment for so long. I'd fantasized about it and dreamt about it, but I never let a single clue slip about how I was feeling. I had always been in control of everything—but above all, I was always in complete control of my emotions. And since I'd always had the feeling that Yibo had absolutely no interest in me, I kept strict control over how much I let him see.
But that was all over now. Yibo was right in front of me. He wasn't avoiding eye contact, he wasn't staring in the other direction out the car window, he wasn't blocking me with his arms crossed in front of him, and he wasn't halfway across the room, completely out of my grasp. He was right here in my hands, and his eyes were burning into mine. That ridiculous pheromone wash he'd been using had thankfully worn off when he started sweating back at the warehouse, and now that I was so close to him, his pure scent came through.
It was like a floodgate had been lifted and every cell in my body demanded him. His scent, and touch, and warmth, and energy. My caveman brain was screaming at me to take him as hard and fast as possible.
But the other part of my brain, the part that had been waiting for him ... for this very moment ... wanted to make it last forever. I wanted to take my time and touch every single inch of his body. I wanted to close my eyes and feel his essence inside me—and my tongue inside him.
But not just yet.
I kept my eyes open for another moment—long enough to memorize each and every shade of brown in his. Then I let his scent, and the anticipation of my lips on his, continue to fill me.
"Is there something wrong?" Yibo asked, still staring into my eyes with an intensity that had me hypnotized.
"No,"
I said, breathing in, and taking the essence of him into me as deeply as possible. I was so very close to ripping his clothes right off his body, but this moment with his lips a fraction of an inch away from mine was heaven.
"There's nothing wrong at all. Why?"
"Well, we've been standing here for almost five minutes and you still haven't kissed me."
The most gorgeous smile spread across Yibo's face and we both laughed out loud.
"There's no problem at all,"
I said, hovering a teeny bit closer to his lips.
"I'm enjoying your scent ... and the anticipation."
"Well, the anticipation is about to kill me. So, if you don't mind kicking it into second gear ..."
"Hmmm. Getting a little antsy? This isn't fast enough for you? I gotta admit, Yibo, I kind of like seeing you squirm. You may be a tough cop out there, but right here and right now I'm the one that's in control,"
