( she steadily builds confidence, happy with hyunsu's response. with his eyes closed, he can't see her dumb smile, amused at the thought of taming a deadly monster with a few well earned pets like some overgrown dog. her hands fall down, tracing his jaw, the column of his throat, the curve of his neck. in the space of his open shirt, her fingers flare out on his chest, tracing his collarbone and lower, the cut of muscle between his pecs. )

And this?

( hands flatten on his chest, through the opening in his shirt. she lets out a soft breath, her fingers slipping inside to outline where her eyes can't reach. )

I was trying to sound cool, before. I wouldn't have invited you to my apartment. I've never done that kind of thing before. ( softer this time, ) Don't open.