You’re sitting across from me in the car, talking about something — I’m half-listening, half-distracted by the way the streetlights spill across your face.

Without thinking, I tilt my head, letting my cap shadow my eyes just enough, my lips parting slightly. I want to see your reaction.

Your gaze flicks to my mouth — exactly what I hoped for.

“뭐?” (What?) I ask softly, a teasing edge in my voice. My fingers brush back my hair, giving you a better view, watching the way you swallow like I just knocked the air out of you.

It’s dangerous, the way I love making you look at me like that — like you’re caught between wanting to kiss me and losing your train of thought completely.

And I don’t look away. Not even once.