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“Why not?” He frowned, as if I’d just told him I hated kittens.
I rolled my eyes. “Because I can’t be the only crew member on the tour with their own room. It’s hardly inconspicuous.”
“I don’t care.”
“I do,” I said, exasperated.
“Kaiya, how will I see you? Or shall I knock on your door and ask Seohyeon if we can be alone?”
A bark of laughter rolled off my tongue before I could stop it, and he looked pleased with himself before I schooled my reaction.
“First of all, it’s Sihyeon, and secondly, please don’t do that.”
Finished dressing now, Jihoon put one knee on the bed and leaned towards me until his face was inches from mine. His eyes flicked down to my lips before rising to meet mine again.
“Jagiya, be reasonable. I want to have unrestricted access to you. This feels very restricted.”
My breath hitched, and I had to force myself to swallow past the lump in my throat and keep breathing. Damn sexy magic.
“We’ll figure it out,” I croaked.
He studied my face for a moment before he pulled away with a noise of frustration.
“Alright,” he grumbled. “Your room, your choice. But I do not like this.”
“Me either,” I agreed. “But it’s not forever.”
Jihoon’s head snapped up to mine. “No?”
Suddenly the conversation had taken a turn and ended up at that familiar cliff. The one we always danced around. I swallowed. Now was not the time.
“I just meant…” I floundered, twisting my fingers in the sheets.
Jihoon sighed. “I know. Not now.”
He leaned over me and pressed a kiss to my forehead before pulling back, dragging his fingers down my cheek. He held my gaze for a long moment before pulling away.
“I’ll send you a message when I’m on the plane.”
He picked up his bag and headed towards the door, turning back just once before slipping out.
I fell back against the pillow, blowing out a breath.
Becka blinked at me through the phone screen, waiting for me to say something else. I squirmed under the attention.
“Did you hear me?” I asked eventually. “I said that Jihoon and I–”
“Yeah, I heard you,” Becka said impatiently, waving her hand. “I was just giving you the space to have the existential crisis that I assumed was going to immediately follow the declaration.”
“Becka!” I gasped, incredulously. “I was not going to have a crisis!”
“Did you run out of them?”
“Rebecca Hanson!” I laughed.
“Oh, not the full government name,” Becka groaned, putting a hand to her chest as she winced. “Seriously babes, while I am happy for you, this is the least shocking thing you’ve done in months.”
I gaped, opening my mouth to reply, before she cut me off, naming events and ticking them off on her fingers.
