FOR THE PAST 21 years, Jung Nicole had kissed a fair amount of men. Growing up, she had learned how to use her lips to make men fall to their knees and beg her for more. She was a good kisser. No, she was better than good. She was great. And of course she knew when to resist. Knew when to stop when a man’s lips threatens to take over her entire being. She hated to be the one losing control. And Son Dong Woon had made her feel the very thing just the night before.

“Are you some ing teenager? Stop blushing like it was your first kiss.”

They were sitting on his dining table. Eating eggs and toast she had attempted to make – but failed miserably – for breakfast. She had been grateful to him for not cussing at her but she wasn’t about to let his comment pass.

“Then stop staring at my lips.”

He tried to hide it but she knew he was taken aback. He scoffed. “Ha! Don’t even dream about it. I wasn’t staring at your lips!”

Or was he? Okay so she had beautiful lips. Soft and full on the bottom lip; the kind of lips he could kiss all day. He wasn’t sure if she had been wearing any lipstick but she definitely tasted like strawberry. He hadn’t remembered liking the fruit but hell, kissing her had made him sure of one thing – it was the best damn fruit he’d ever tasted.

But surely he hadn’t been staring. Maybe he took small glances but he was definitely not staring.

“You were. You were staring at it this whole time.”

She shrugged and he let out another scoff. Alright so he was staring. But she doesn’t have to make him feel like a ert!

“At least I don’t go around red in the face just because a man kissed me.”

She raised her eyebrow and grinned mischievously. “I didn’t know you kiss men Dong Woon-ssi.”

“Y-ya!!!”

“Good morning guys!!!” A woman’s voice echoed and they both froze.

One look at her pert blonde head and Dong Woon felt his blood pressure shooting up.

“Jesus woman. Don’t you know how to use the ing intercom?”

“Why would I need an intercom to get in my own brother’s house?”

Nicole watched her pink mini skirt sway with her hips as she walked towards them. Her gazed shifted from the man sitting opposite her to the woman who just appeared out of nowhere. She noticed they share the same gorgeous features; a set of deep brown eyes, full lips and perfect nose.

The clicking of her heels stopped and she found herself sitting face to face with her.

She smiled and offered her hand. “Hi! I’m Nana. This jerk’s twin sister.”

Dong Woon chuckled. “More like my witch sister.”

“Ya! Song Dong Woon! How could you be so ill-mannered? I’m older than you!” She hissed and pointed accusingly a