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My gaze snaps to him and I feel the heat rise to my cheeks, reddening to a hue of rose. Before I can even utter a response or denial, he explains a secret I barely realize myself.

“You bite your lips when you’re turned on. You bite your lips when you’re frustrated. Physically, emotionally---sexually.” He doesn’t even try to hide his amusement and even when he’s teasing he is undoubtedly the most handsome man placed on the center of this Earth. The towel wrapped around his angled torso leaves nothing to the imagination and doesn’t help my case in any regard as the hidden habit of mine works its way into light. My teeth grapple at my bottom mouth again and Sehun doesn’t miss it. “The first time I saw you do it was during a movie with Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone. He took off his shirt and you bit your lip.”

I hear him simper through each passing beat and I want to refute his arguments. It can’t be something he’s noticed because I’ve gone years without anyone noticing. I shy away from him, feeling vulnerable from someone clearly aware of my quirks and common practices. I can’t fathom anyone being so cognizant of my behavior because I always thought I blended into the crowd but here he is pulling me into the light and telling me something far different than I imagined.

“The second time was when you borrowed Soi’s contemporary romance novel. Every few pages you would bite your lips, tugging at your own fragile skin.”  

I once more try to release myself from his prison but fail terribly. He keeps me securely fixed in his hold as he unveils each period of time when he’s witnessed my frustrated acts.

“The third time you did it was at a party and Chanyeol in his drunken stupor had you pinned up against the hallway wall.” There’s a flick of dissatisfaction in his sentence as if he wishes to burn the memory from mind. 

I try to hide my pacing heart but what he doesn’t realize is I don’t know how to tell him the truth. How do I tell him I wish it was him taking off his shirt instead of Ryan Gosling? How do I tell him I imagine him as the the male lead in the books I read? How do I tell him I wish it was him pressed up against me instead of Chanyeol that night of the party?

“And every time since then---” he grazes his thumb over my damp lips and connects our gazes into an invisible thread. “Every time I walk into a room, I see you biting your lips. I see you holding back what you want to tell me. I see you picturing us as something more but never saying it in black and white.”

My face blanches from his words because he’s known my feelings for him all of this time. My hands and lips tremble to a quivering tempo because again---I don’t know how to say it in words. I can’t speak it in letters and sentences and he’s quick to realize this. He gives me a way out. He offers me an alternative palatable to my habits.

Sehun’s dissatisfaction is wildly apparent but he doesn’t whine or complain to my reactions. He sits idly by but I figure he’s had quite enough as I sense him sit straight up, gazing more so on me than the award winning actor.

His face flicks towards the screen as we witness Wonbin pick up the razor blade and begins to cut his hair. It exposes the man’s angular face accented by a strong jaw and brawny muscles. Like clockwork, Sehun’s attention moves back and forth from the television to me over and over. I hit the pause button and find the sad puppy beside me needing more consideration than the fictional character in the movie. 

Before I can ask if he’s okay, Sehun has his mouth in a tight ball and is clearly unhappy with some unknown fact. “You like him that much?”

“I do.”

He doesn’t appreciate my blunt answer. I grin along to my teases, aware of how much they nip and tug at his heartstrings. His eyes dart once more to the television, taking in the actor’s sharp features and toned frame. I don’t know why since Sehun’s physique is just as defined if not more. 

He inhales a determined breath before asking, “Wonbin’s jawline or mine?” 

“What?” I giggle to his question because he hasn’t done this in a while. When we first met, Sehun always asked if I preferred a trait of another male’s to his. It’s purpose was so I would always choose Sehun. He wanted to be chosen as much as I wanted to be chosen and this was his unique way of affirming my adoration for him.

“Is his jawline your favorite or---mine?” Sehun frowns and perhaps thought I would answer him without hesitation.

My head tilts left to right, dragging out my response and taking too long to answer. Sehun glowers, becoming increasingly displeased with every passing beat. He grows weary of my game and leans into my figure. He maneuvers my body until my back meets the cushion on the couch. I’m trapped within his hold but he doesn’t allow me one chance to call out his name before his lips entwine with my chin. 

He doesn’t kiss me on the lips and remains within the contours of my jaw. They trail the angular line as he imprints his affections onto the surface. He graces every part of my jawline---from top to bottom and even the sensitive spots where I used to hide away the scars hidden from plain sight. He kisses it all to show how much he loves me, all of me in all of its forms whether good or bad. 

His heated touches don’t relent as his lissome fingers meander into the roots of my hair while the other hand finds the opening under my shirt. They traverse up my curved waist up towards my full breasts and ever so pleased with the goosebumps created from his signature touch. 

I can’t help but allow a silvery moan to escape my throat but he asked me a question and I intend to answer it just as he has. 

When he stops his beautiful kisses, I take the opportunity to marvel in his own distinctive features. My lips meet his warmth as I leave my own trail of passion down his muscular side profile. His succinct, harsh breaths sound against my ears because I’m sure he wants these kisses elsewhere. I make sure each peck shows my love for him; how he should know I prefer him above everyone else. 

The toying games stop and his gaze links with mine. He knows my answer without me saying any words but to make sure, I spell it out letter after letter. I brush away his stray bangs and outline his delicate complexion.