I told you that I am shy

Choi Minho can't get enough of her. He holds the back of her neck, forgetting himself in the sea of molten desire as if a lock is broken and he doesn't need to keep the door close anymore. Each time her tongue moves against his, he finds himself wanting to devour her. He would love to play shy to tease her but today is not the day. Maybe tomorrow won't be the day either. 

He wraps his arm around her waist and rolls down on the bed. In the next instant, she's beneath him. His tongue glides on her swollen lips before he parts away.