Anne dipped the cloth into the steaming bowl of water again, watching the ripples fade before wringing it out with precise, almost surgical focus. Her fingers were starting to redden from the heat, but she didn't care. She was too irritated. Too wound up.Eric sat quietly on the couch, his shirt already discarded, his chest marred with bruises and faint red scratches that trailed like ghosts across his skin. He looked like he'd gone ten rounds with a brick wall—and probably had."I said calm down," she muttered, pressing the cloth gently against his knuckles. He hissed, and she didn't look up. "If you flinch, I'll do it harder."Eric chuckled. "Still as gentle as ever, Nurse Anne.""Shut up.""You missed your calling. You could've been terrifying in scrubs.""Eric.""Fine." He tilted his head, smirk soft but eyes sharp. "I'll behave."Anne glared at his hand like it had personally offended her. "This is all your
I walked into the living room only to see Jisoo lounging like some devil reincarnated, preaching nonsense at the TV like she owned the place. I snatched the remote from her hand. "What the hell are you doing here? You didn't even tell me you were coming." She barely glanced at me. "Relax, brother. It's been ages since you visited Korea. Omma and Oppa miss you. You should come home sometime." "I'm busy here," I snapped. "Very busy." "Busy?" She raised a brow, smiling like a cat who found cream. "Ah, with the blonde. It's blonde now, huh? You don't go for dark-haired anymore?" I glared. "Shut up. That's none of your business. Pack your things and go back to wherever the hell you came from. You're not appreciated here." "Ah, brother," she sighed dramatically, flipping her hair over one shoulder. "At least pretend to be nice." "I'm only nice
Finally, Han had left me alone.By the time I got out of the shower, he was nowhere to be found. My trousers and the thing I'd been looking for earlier were neatly placed on the bed. What the hell had he done? Did he intentionally hide it the first time? God, that devil. I hated him. I despised him.I yanked on my boxers and pants, but as I was pulling them up, my mind flashed back to how he had touched me—how he stretched out on top of me, adjusting my arms, his fingers brushing too easily against my waist. I threw my head back in frustration, but when I glanced down, I froze.I was hard."What the fuck?" I muttered, shaking my head violently. No. No, no, no. I wasn't attracted to that. I hadn't had sex in a few days, that's all. My body was reacting to any kind of touch. That's all it was. Just because he—I remembered the way his fingers had teased across my chest, how he fixed my stance at the gym mirror, how his stupid breath had ghosted
The tires screamed against the asphalt as Eric forced his car to speed forward, pain be damned. He kept his burning gaze locked on the vehicle ahead, the one Anne had just willingly entered. His heart hammered against his ribs, faster and harder with every passing second.As if sensing his presence, Anne turned around from the passenger seat.Her eyes met the road behind them — met him — like she could see right through the speed and distance between them.And she smiled.It wasn't a smile of guilt.It wasn't a smile of regret.It was a wicked, knowing smile.Anne was enjoying this.Eric's fingers dug into the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening. His body screamed in protest, blood still sliding sluggishly over his side from earlier wounds, but he refused to ease up.She needed to know who she was dealing with.She needed to see just how far he was willing to go.Ahead, Anne tilted her head back against the seat, clo
Tyler's POV I stood there, towel clutched tightly around my waist, feeling utterly exposed. The cold air hit my damp skin, making it prickle in a way that had nothing to do with the water or the workout. Han's gaze, dark and heavy, didn't help. It felt like he was trying to see right through me, like he was inspecting every inch of me, deciding whether to approve or… something else.He took a slow step forward, his eyes never leaving me. His presence was suffocating, every movement deliberate, like he knew how much it was making my pulse race.He stopped just a few inches from me, towering over me like some kind of predator. My heart was pounding, my breath coming in shallow bursts, and all I could focus on was the feeling of the towel wrapped around me. The last thing I wanted was for it to fall. For him to see everything. The thought of his hands touching me again made my stomach churn in a way I couldn't explain."You should be more careful," Han's
Anne threw open the car door and shoved Eric into the passenger seat. She was behind the wheel before she even realized it despite the fact that she could barely drive. Every pothole, every bump, she hit like she was gunning for them, and Eric cursed loudly with every jolt."Watch it! Watch it! You're gonna kill us before we even get home!" he snapped, one hand pressed hard against the bleeding cut on his arm."Calm down!" Anne barked back, squinting at the blurry road ahead. "You should be grateful I'm even driving at all! Would you rather bleed out back there?""And why are we bleeding in the first place, huh?" Eric shot back, voice sharp with rage. "I told you not to go to that damn club! You just had to disobey."Anne's fingers tightened around the steering wheel. The guilt burned under her ribs, but her pride was louder. "I have a first aid kit at home. You'll live. Or should we just head to the hospital?""No hospital," Eric bit out