He immediately made his way to my seat, every step he made took my breath away. Oh, I'm in deep with this guy. He gracefully sat beside me (yes, he's my seatmate. Shim sonsaengnim magically became my favorite teacher), not taking his eyes off mine as he placed his bag beside his chair. "Hey, baby~" The simple greeting triggered the butterflies in my stomach to waken. Holy ting babies, how does he do that? "Hi." I breathed out. And then I felt his hands snaking  into mine as he entwined them together. He brought them up close to his mouth and placed a soft, lingering kiss on my knuckles all the while never losing eye contact. "Been thinking of me?" He asked. I felt his hot breath fanning my hand as his soft kissable lips move. All coherent thoughts dashed out of my mind. Oh god. "A lot." I murmured, sounding so damn breathless. Get a grip, I told myself. He gave a throaty chuckle and leaned down to my face. He rested his forehead on mine as he started to play with my hand.   "I think of you all the time or else my mind won't function right." My heart flipped at his words. He's so sweet! I think I'm going diabetic. His lips were hovering above mine and my nose caught a whiff of his minty breath, aftershave and that smexy smell of his body wash. His lips brushed mine for a moment - soft, smooth, overly addicting. I badly wanted to devour them but I may appear desperate. Although I really am. Just as he decided to settle for a longer, deeper and definitely more delicious kiss, a paper ball landed in between us, causing us to separate. We blinked at each other befor