Ji-Ah wasn't sure when she had let her guard down, but sitting here, next to Evelyn, she realized something dangerous—this wasn't just a game anymore.
Evelyn had a way of pulling her in without forcing anything. It was frustrating. It was terrifying.
Ji-Ah sighed, rubbing her temples. "You're really not going to let this go, huh?"
Evelyn smirked. "You already know the answer to that."
Ji-Ah groaned, leaning back against the couch. She should have expected this. Evelyn wasn't one to back down.
A moment of silence stretched between them, the kind that made Ji-Ah too aware of every little thing—the warmth of Evelyn's arm resting near hers, the way their knees almost touched.
Evelyn's voice softened. "Tell me to stop, and I will."
Ji-Ah swallowed. The air between them felt charged, like standing too close to a storm. One wrong move, and she'd be swept away.
But maybe… maybe she wanted to be.
She didn't move away when Evelyn reached out, fingers brushing against hers. A test. A question.
Ji-Ah could still walk away.
Instead, she intertwined their fingers, heart pounding.
Evelyn's grip tightened, a slow smile spreading across her lips. "Interesting choice."
Ji-Ah rolled her eyes. "Don't make it weird."
Evelyn only laughed. "Too late."
And for once, Ji-Ah didn't mind.