45 PROPOSAL (1/2)

I was washing the dishes we used in cooking. Minho was doing some finishing touches to his dish.

I was happily humming a song when suddenly, a warm body hugged me from behind.

I smiled. ”Minho, what's wrong?”

”Nothing.” I feel his hot breath on my neck. It kinda tickles, and I like it.

”I'm washing okay. Work first, cuddle later.”

”Eehh. But I want it now. Hmmm you smell so good Cass.”

”Yeah, that's food and sweat. Stop kidding okay?”

”I'm not. I guess I haven't been this close to you before?”

”Minho, are you dreaming? We always sleep together, you even hug me everytime. How is this the first?”

”Everyday is like a first time with you. You know, the feeling, it gets better and better. And I'm getting addicted to that feeling.”

I feel so touched. ”Minho, stop that! You're making me cry.”

”Then cry. I'll always be here to wipe away your tears.”

My eyes welled up. Geeeez, why am I so soft. I quickly finished washing. And then I faced him, my back against the sink.

I looked into his eyes. ”Minho...”

”Cassidy, I love you,” he whispered and trailed kisses from my forehead, nose and lingered for a time in my lips. I savored his passion, his love for me. And I accept it, wholeheartedly.

My heart beat rapidly, my breath hardly catching up to it. I looked into his eyes, so mesmerizing, alluring, so full of love. I kissed him lightly, feeling so happy.

He was the first to break our silence, ”Let's go shower.”

I grinned cheekily, ”A shower? Together?”

His look darkened. Oops.

”Okay okay. Not together. I go first or you?”

”You go first. I have to dispose our garbage here.”

I nodded, then broke free from his clasp, only to be pulled back again.

”Wha-”

Minho sealed my lips with his. He kissed me hungrily. His hand was grasping my butt, his other one at the back of my neck, keeping my head in place. I was surprised at first, but then I decided to go with it. I wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers lacing and grasping his hair.

The kiss was so good that I suddenly let out a moan. It was then that Minho slowed the kiss and then stopped.Our foreheads touched and we were both catching our breaths.

”Cassidy,” his voice hoarse, ”why is it that everytime I'm with you, my defenses destroyed little by little.” It wasn't stated as a question, but a fact.

I somehow get what he is implying, but so what? ”Minho, whatever it is you're trying to hold back, let it go. I'll gladly accept it.”

”But-”