Kook hesitated—just a second—before climbing onto the bed, knees sinking into the plush mattress. Tae arched an eyebrow at his stiff movements, her chuckle low and knowing. "Loosen up, baby," she murmured, reaching up to drag a nail down his chest. "I don't bite unless you ask nicely."

His exhale shook. "Is it—" He swallowed hard, fingers hovering above her hip. "Can I kiss you, or is this just fucking?"