The moment Yeo Juyeon woke, she let out a deep breath, pressing her back against the headboard. Her heart pounded, her skin still tingling from the brief enter she’d had with Travis earlier that day.

  And the dream…, the dream.

  It had started ily enough—just the two of them talking, standing too close, his voice low and teasing. But somehow, it had ended with his lips on hers, his hands gripping her waist, heat curliween them like a fme ready to e. The iy of it had jolted her awake, breathless, ag, wanting.

  Just seeing him, just hearing his voice—it sent somethiric through her veins. And now, alone in her apartment, that restless heat coiled low iomach, demanding attention.

  She exhaled sharply. “God, what is wrong with me?”

  Shaking off the lingeriion, she threw her bag onto the coud made her way to her desk, f herself to focus.

  ' Work first. Then… then I deal with this.'

  Her ptop s flickered to life as she opened her manuscript file. She had been struggling with this chapter for days, uo capture the right emotions. But after seeing Travis again, something had shifted. The way he had looked at her, the way his voice had sent a shiver down her spi was too muspiration to waste.

  Fingers flying across the keyboard, she let the words pour out.

  But the more she wrote, the worse it got.

  Her mi drifting—back to his voice, his smirk, the way he watched her without even realizing how much power he had over her. The pulse betweehighs grew insistent, her body betraying her resolve.

  She shifted in her seat, pressing her legs together, but it was useless.

  She sat back with a quiet curse, biting her lip. This is getting ridiculous…

  Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, but instead of typing, she found herself slipping a hah her waistband. The barest touch sent a shudder through her.

  “…Damn it.”

  Frustrated, she shoved her chair bad stood, yanking off her clothes as she made her way to the bathroom. A cold shower wasn’t going to fix this, but at least she could pretend it might.

  Stepping into the tub, she turned oer, letting it cascade over her heated skin. But instead of cooling her down, it only made things worse. Her mind was already toone.

  Travis…

  She leaned back against the cool tiles, eyes fluttering shut as she let her fingers wander.

  "Haah… ahh…"

  It didn’t take much—just the thought of his hands on her, his lips ghosting over her neck, his breath hot against her skin. The pleasure built fast, overwhelming, stealing the breath from her lungs. She cmped a hand over her mouth, stifling the sounds threatening to spill out.

  She barely had time to catch her breath before the need returned, sharper, insatiable.

  The shower sted far lohan it o.

  ed in an oversized sweater, Yeo Juyeon sat cross-legged on her bed, her ptop banced ohighs. Her body was still sensitive, skin flushed from hours of indulgence, but her mind was clearer noer.

  And just like that, the words flowed effortlessly.

  She typed te into the night, p every ounce of passion and desire into her manuscript. The ses were vivid, the emotions raw.

  By the time she fihe first hints of dawhrough her window. She stared at the s, rereading her work, and a satisfied smile curled her lips.

  “…This is the best thing I’ve ever written.”

  Exhausted but exhirated, she closed her ptop and stretched.

  He’ll probably e tomorrow.

  The thought sent a thrill through her.

  She ran a hand through her hair, already imagining what she would wear, how she would act.

  And maybe, just maybe…

  She’d finally stop holding back.

  ..

  Now, sitting beside him with the manuscript open on her p, Yeo Juyeon could still feel the ghost of her own touch from st night. The warmth lingeriween her legs, the faint tremble in her fiips—it was all ing back.

  And being this close to him, his st filling her senses, didn’t help.

  It was already starting again.

  Travis reviewed her manuscript, scrolling through the pages with sharp focus. The further he read, the more impressed he became. The dialogue, the pag, the raw emotiohing flowed perfectly.

  He smirked and turo her.

  “This is great. I’m sure your manhwa will get approved if we send this.”

  Yeo Juyeon’s eyes widened iement before she practically lu him, ing her arms around his ne a tight hug.

  “Oh, thank you so much, Travis!” she gushed, pressing against him. “If it weren’t for you, I would have quit my dream.”

  Travis chuckled, feeling the warmth of her body against his. “No worries. I’m just happy to find someone so talented. I know you’ll make a big impa the manhwa unity.” He gently pried her off and reached for his ptop. “I should send this right now, so please wait a moment while I do.”

  She nodded and sat back down, but her eyes never left him.

  Her gaze followed every movement—the way his fingers danced across the keyboard, the way his jaw ched slightly when he focused.

  ‘I ’t shake the thought of him… Maybe I should make the first move.’

  Her pulse quied as she hesitated for only a sed before slowly pg her hand on his thigh.

  Travis noticed immediately, but he ig, keeping his attention on transferring the script.

  ‘She’s really testing the waters, huh?’

  As the file uploaded, he felt her firailing higher, her touch light but deliberate. The moment she got dangerously close to his crotch, he caught her wrist, stopping her.

  He turoward her—and what he saw made his breath hitch.

  Her dark eyes burned with pure desire. That i, posed look from earlier? Gone.Instead, what stared back at him was sheer hunger.

  ‘Damn… guess she reached her limit.’

  “So, you want us to do this?” he asked, his voice calm but edged with amusement.

  Yeo Juyeon nodded. ation.

  Travis smirked. “Okay. Let’s do this then.”

  Without another word, he pced the ptop on the floor. And before he could say anything else, she pounced. Her lips crashed against his, hands fisting his shirt as she kissed him with a desperation that sent a thrill through him. He grabbed her waist, pulling her closer as their bodies molded together, their breathing already turning ragged.

  The tension that had been buildiween them for days had finally snapped.

  And there was no stopping now.

  TO BE TINUED