Kiss

  Miso cringed; the other thing that annoyed her about Korean dramas sometimes was the replay from the last scene at the start of a new episode. She was acutely aware of her heart thumping away in her chest and this time, it wasn't because she anticipated their lacklustre kiss.

Miso had been sure she was being quick enough to grab the remote of the TV, although as she looked across to Chris, hearing him let go of a giggle, she wasn't sure if she been quite as speedy as she thought she was.

"Don't let me interrupt you and wanting your kiss," commented Chris. "We have already watched it, might as well continue it for the rest of the time."

Her head shook as Chris pulled her down into his lap, feeling his lips press against the blade of your shoulder. "You weren't supposed to see that or come round unexpected either."