TWENTY-TWO
I huff out a breath, my heart practically pulverized in my chest as I shake, crossing my arms tightly over my chest.
It amazes me how I can go from being so happy, so high on what Jaeyong and I shared, that I’m now this quivering mess.
But honestly, who would send death threats to Jaeyong? Who? Who am I going to have to fight, and dispatch assassins for?
WHO?!
Jaeyong still knocks on the bedroom door, even if it’s his room, and I sit up in bed, pulling in a deep, deep breath at the sight of him. All warm, golden skin, low-slung sweats that haven’t been changed since earlier today. I don’t want to be distracted, but he is distracting, it’s just a fact of life.
“How could you not tell me?” I ask, voice barely above a whisper when he takes a seat next to my legs, body turned
