Chapter 13

“It’s a nice house & interior. Where do I sleep?”

She opened in shock, “What did you say? Are you going to sleep here?”

“Of course. We’re lovers, right? We’ll be living together.” He gave her a comic look.

‘Living together?’ The words sang in Tiffany’s heart. Her heart was beating erratically. Was she supposed to be happy or angry?

“Are you joking?”

Jaejoong shook his head firmly. The room seemed to be fill with silence.

“I’ve never been more serious.”

“No.” She said quickly, “No, I couldn’t.”

“Sure you could.” He got to his feet & walked towards her, moving slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, “We have agreed remember?”

“How?” She whispered.

He smiled & held out his hand, “Start from this.” He whispered in a husky voice. Slowly, he bent down, giving her time to make the choice & she did.

Tiffany gave a little smile & offered him her lips, ‘How could I deny this moment?’ She thought, as Jaejoong’s lips brushed onto hers very softly.

Jaejoong groaned as their lips met gently. Her arms circle around his neck tightly as he pulled her closer to him. Sensation swept through her in a dizzying rush, “Jaejoong Oppa?” She whispered.

“Yes, Tiffany.” He took one of her hands gently, kissed it & then brought it between them. He placed it against his chest & she could feel the pounding beat of his heart, “What do you want me to do, sweetheart?”

The question was simple but the answer was complex. What did she want him to do? Every time he touched her she was swept away in an emotional roller coaster, even during their big fights.

She smiled shyly, “I...I haven’t thought about it.”

He caressed her cheeks lovingly, “I know what I want to do now.”

“What?”

“Take a bath because I came here straight from my sleep & then have a big breakfast because my tummy has been screaming out for delicious food.”

Tiffany’s face lit up, “I’m hungry, too. I’ll prepare breakfast while you take a bath.” She said sweetly.

“Thank you. It sounds our life has just begun, Fany.”

Her face turned red again, “What are you planning to do? Why did you act so strangely today?” Her heart did another little tumble.

“Because you might not like the result.” He answered gently.

“What result? What are you hinting at, Oppa?”

“Nothing.” His voice was a strangled whisper & his hands suddenly circled around her waist, “Honestly, I’m planning something. I’m planning this.” He said, & then bent his head & kissed her again.

His lips were warm & the feel of her lips against his were overwhelming. The scent of his masculinity. The taste of his kiss. The smile on his handsome face. Then everything came to a sharp focus. She did have feelings for him.

Smiling beautifully, Tiffany let her arms slide completely around his neck & he deepened the kiss as if he was unable to stop himself. He caressed her lips gently with every sensation inside her body. She wasn’t going to fight his kiss anymore. Kissing him was better than her dreams.

Jaejoong pulled away slowly as if reluctant to do so & for several seconds, they only stared into each other’s eyes. Tiffany’s heart was beating wildly in her chest.

It had been a busy day for Tiffany.

They went shopping around the famous expensive boutiques in Korea. Every time she refused to buy those expensive dresses & shoes, Jaejoong always used the reason that was his gift to his lover to make her agree. Before the sun went down, Jaejoong was carrying eight big shopping bags, full of her things.

Now, she was holding hand in hand with him to have dinner. She was wearing a kardashian kollection textured fit & flare, scoop neck, sleeveless black dress. On her feet were pointy toe, orcaria black pumps. She looked as if she was dressed for a special date for a special man. She swallowed her saliva. It was true, right? He was a special man.

Jaejoong took her to have dinner at the romantic European restaurant, a little place by the sea with a wonderful smell & overflowing baskets of flowers inside.

“This isn’t a cafe.” She said in amazement, “You’re lying to me. You said we're going to eat at a cafe.”

“Is it?” Jaejoong asked, pretending to be innocent, “I only know that they have the best food in the world. I don’t know it’s not a cafe.” He grinned, looking at her pouting face. He took her hand, dragging her into the restaurant, “Come on, sweetheart. I’ve made a reservation in advance.”

“But…”

He brushed his lips lightly on hers, “No protests okay? You’re my lady. I have to give you the best.”

Tiffany groaned, smiling at him lightly, “Stop using that reason to make me agree, will you? You have been using that since this morning you took me shopping. Use your creative thinking, Oppa.”