Getting up the stairs to Hye Sung’s

Getting up the stairs to Hye Sung’s apartment with his battered ankle felt like a monumental task he had absolutely no strength to accomplish. He fell off a building, was certain the love of his life was dead, and discovered she wasn’t, all in the space of an hour.
Hye Sung softly giggled and then sat down on the steps. “We should’ve stayed at the hospital for the night.”
Soo Ha shook his head and sat down next to her. “They wanted to drug and separate us. I need you where I can see you.”
Yes.
Hye Sung hugged his arm and pressed herself against his side. Immediately his body responded to the soft curves against him and he really hoped she was unaware. He had all sorts of reactions towards her the moment he knew she was alive. He felt a tad bit embarrassed and kept having to surreptitiously adjust himself. So far she hadn’t noticed.
There was no way she would make love to a nineteen year old boy. Hand holding and kisses weren’t the same as sex. He wasn’t that naive.
There were times he was really glad Hye Sung couldn’t read his mind. She’d laugh if she knew he’d always intended for her to be his first since learning exactly what making love really meant. It was silly. Boys weren’t expected to care about only wanting one woman for the rest of their lives.
But it didn’t change the fact he wanted to be with her and only her. Soo Ha swallowed and tried to relax.
Just, the way she teased him about the potential erotic dream was mortifying. He didn’t want to go through that again.
Maybe he could convince her to let him sleep on her floor tonight. He could just hold her hand and be near her until she invited him into her heart. He knew she was close to confessing she loved him. He’d waited this long for her. A few more years wouldn’t kill him.
“Soo Ha?” She reached up and turned his face towards her. She tilted her head and considered him anxiously. “Sometimes, I wish I could read your mind.”
He flushed and shook his head. “My mind is boring.”
“I doubt that. Your mind looks busy.” She took his hand and fit her fingers in between his. “One last push, then we’re home.”
He groaned as they stood up and climbed the mountain of stairs. Hye Sung put his arm over her shoulders and kept hers around his waist as they maneuvered up the steps. He fiddled with the key and held open the door for her before he hobbled in. She took off her shoes easily but he couldn’t manage the one on his good foot.
“Sit down,” she waved at the floor. “I’ll get it.”
He obeyed and didn’t know how he’d find the strength to get up again. Maybe he could crawl to the couch. Hye Sung helped him take his shoe off and then lightly rested her hands on his knees. Her eyes were lowered and he couldn’t hear her thoughts.
Soo Ha sat there, braced on his hands as he leaned back. She crouched there just a little too long. She licked her lips before glancing up.
He’d never seen so many half naked images of himself in his entire life. Not even from Sung Bin and his friend had quite the imagination. He hadn’t expected this. He just stared at her, barely breathing. It took him a few seconds to realize not all of these images were her imagination. Some were memories. She knew exactly what he looked like naked.
“You peeked!”
Hye Sung blushed bright red but didn’t pull away. “You forget to close the bathroom door all the way when you think I’m still asleep.”
“So do you, but I never peeked.”
“Because you’re a good boy.” Her tease and half smile were nervous and completely unlike the other times she said it.
“I’m not a boy. I’m an adult.” His heart pounded and he tried not to shake as her thoughts wildly vacillated between watching in fall off the building and pressing her naked body against his. He was absolutely shocked she had these kinds of thoughts.
I know. Kiss me. Soo Ha hesitated but she didn’t flinch away. “Kiss me.”
He reached out and yanked her on top of him so he could press his lips to hers. She didn’t just freeze like she had the last few times. She fisted her hands in his hair and hungrily thrust her tongue into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her, not worrying about being tender because he was desperate to feel alive with her.
Hye Sung clearly felt the same way because when she pulled away, it was to kiss against his jaw, then his throat as she tugged at his shirt. He rolled her over and pulled back to look at her.
“Not here.”
“My bed is too far.” Her fingers shook as she worked the buttons of his shirt. He grabbed her wrists and kissed her, careful not to get so caught up she was able to get her fingers into his pants because Hye Sung was determined and while he loved her desperation he wasn’t going to have their first time be on the living room floor.
“Not here,” he said again. Later he would have no memory of getting to her bedroom, or even how he got her skirt off. Later his ankle would be on fire and scream for relief, but right now Hye Sung was intent on getting them both naked and he desperately didn’t want to discourage her in any way.
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