— Yes — I replied without hesitation.
— Then tell me what you're thinking. What you're feeling right now. Let it out.
I took a deep breath, trembling. My hands were resting on his chest, feeling the rhythmic beat of Jun-ho's heart. I could feel the heat of his body. And I wanted this so badly.
— I feel... — I began, my voice faltering. — I want to get that taste out of my mouth. I want to feel you.
Courage came in a desperate impulse. I wanted to prove to myself that I was still the master of my own body. That that photo didn't control me. I leaned my body forward. My intention was to kiss him. To really kiss him, with depth, to burn away every other memory.
I closed my eyes and drew closer.
But the instant I felt his breath hit my face... I froze.
A flash hit my mind. The smell of someone else's sweat. The sensation of lips that weren't his. The vertigo of the Red Hour.
My body reacted on its own. A spasm of refusal.
