I stared at the shirt in my hands. It was a crisp, high-thread-count white button-down, clearly tailored to fit Ki-hoon's broad frame and of course, his Pheromones lingered on it.
I reached for the first button, but my fingers were still a bit shaky from the bath, and the fabric was slippery.
"Here," Ki-hoon said, taking it from me.
Before I could protest, he was kneeling on the carpet between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed.
The height difference was gone, but the intensity was tripled.
"I'll help you." He said and yet I don't see him 'helping' as he ran his hand over my chest.
I felt the heat rush to my cheeks instantly, a deep, burning crimson that I knew was spreading down my neck as well.
"Ahem, I can do it, Hyung," I squeaked, my voice betraying me.
"You'll miss the holes," he murmured, his gaze focused on the task.
