Stretching out my arm, I blindly reach for my phone and tap the screen to see that it's just a little after two in the morning and groan quietly. I don't find myself crying as often over my failed marriage anymore but adequate sleep seems to be a problem these days. Sitting up in the bed, I rake my fingers through my hair to push the loose strands back into the bun that sits on the top of my head and stare out at the twinkling Eiffel Tower outside of Jimin's window. My stomach growls, a loud indication that I didn't eat as much dinner as I should have, and I slip out of bed and slide into my slippers that rest on the floor.

Quietly opening the bedroom door, I do my best to not disturb Jimin sleeping on the couch. I had offered to have him take back his bed and his room but he denied stating that he wouldn't be able to sleep comfortably knowing I was on the couch instead of him. Seeing him crack his back most mornings makes me feel guilty for having such a soft mattress to lay on at night but I can only argue so much with the sweet stubborn man.

Walking past the living room, I keep my eyes focused on my feet as if it will keep my footsteps quiet. It wasn't until I reached the entryway to the kitchen that I look up and open up the fridge in search of some strawberries as an easy late-night snack to tie me over until morning.

"Sneaking around at night again?" Jimin quietly speaks up from right behind me, sitting on the counter, and I damn near drop the container of fruit but catch it before it can hit the floor.

"Holy shit!" I whisper-shout as my right hand comes to rest on my chest, "Don't do that!"

Chuckling, he takes another sip of his water, "Oops. Couldn't sleep either?"

Shaking my head, I place my snack of choice onto the counter next to him. "How come you couldn't sleep?"

"Thinking about a lot of things," he states as he watches me take a bite.

Licking the juice from my bottom lip, I peer up at him. "Things like what?"

"Hm," he tilts his head. Looking away, he stares out into the dark abyss that's barely lit from the moonlight outside of the sliding glass door. "The launch party in a few days, friends and family back home..." He looks back down at me as I place another strawberry between my lips, "...you."

"Me?" I swipe the corner of my lip with my thumb, "Why me?"

"For one, I worry if you're really okay and two," he reaches out and wipes a bit of juice I must have missed with his index finger, "you're always on my mind anyway." Licking away the sweetness now collected on his digit, he gives me a soft smile.

My heart constricts and I thickly swallow down the bite I had just finished chewing as I continue to meet his impossibly alluring gaze. Not knowing what to say, I take another bite and hope that he can't sense the excited nervousness he makes me feel. The heat from his thighs radiates from him as I remain a mere step away from being in between them, and oh how tempting that thought is.

"Has he still been texting and calling you?" Jimin attempts to change the subject, possibly hoping he's not crossing a line. At this point, I'm not even sure if there is one to cross.

"All the time," I respond in reference to Cameron constantly trying to be in contact with me over the last couple of days.

Every time I seem to not think about the troubles I'm facing or worry about my future and just simply enjoy my work or the time I spend with Jimin when we're relaxing on his couch and watching the k-drama he got me into recently, my phone begins buzzing with Cameron's name lighting up on my screen. I considered blocking his number altogether, but until we finalize the divorce, there may end up being a reason for me to contact him still. I just wish he would take me ignoring his advances as a hint but then again, my husband has never been one to pay attention to the details.

"The offer is still on the table for me to answer the call for you," he smirks mischievously at the thought.

"Oh no," I giggle. "I don't want any more drama than I already have going on or have put you through."

Smiling, he watches my hand reach for the last strawberry, and just as I start to pull it up to my mouth, his hand wraps around my wrist to stop me. Without saying anything, he brings the small fruit to his plump pout and my breathing becomes unstable as I watch with interested eyes as his plump lips slowly encompass it and he takes a bite. Looking up at him, I wipe the edge of his mouth and with a bit of courage I didn't know I had, I wait for him to suck it clean.

Keeping his eyes locked on mine, the tip of my middle finger slips between those juicy pink lips of his and my lungs seem to stop working. Very gently, he tugs to ask me to take a step closer and I willingly do so, allowing that comforting and also intimidating warmth to surround my waist. Leaning down, he presses a kiss to the edge of my mouth before ever so faintly licking at the sweetness on my bottom lip.

It's becoming unbearable to not let loose and kiss the man I so hopelessly desire, the one who actually deserves my affection. We both remain so close, centimeters away from lustfully colliding, but neither of us makes a move and both of us wanting the other to do so. I know he's just waiting for me to be okay with it, he's made it clear that he feels affection toward me and I didn't deny my attraction to him. Although, I didn't exactly go into detail about how much of it I truly do have for him.

But as I feel his warm and sensual breath on my skin, I wonder just why the hell am I still holding back. My husband, which is in the process of becoming my ex-husband, cheated, and while two wrongs don't make a right, I have made the final decision to leave him, and that's a fact that he is fully aware of. If I kiss Jimin tonight, it's not like I plan on going back home to Cameron as if I want to make things work. I'm done with him, for good. So why do I need to keep denying myself any kind of joy and pleasure in this world? I may not be ready for sex with anyone else but a kiss? I haven't been kissed by someone who wanted me as much as I want them in ages and I've forgotten what that must feel like.

Forcing a smile, he begins to sit back to give me the space he thinks I must need. But before he can fully sit straight up again, I grab onto his T-shirt and keep him from moving away from me and his smile fades as he flits his gaze from my lips back up to my eyes again.

"Are you sure?" he whispers as his hand timidly wraps around my waist and he pulls me a little closer.

Nodding, I take a deep breath, soaking in his heavenly aroma. "Kiss me."

Leaning in, he hovers over my lips for a second before pressing them to mine. A sigh of relief leaves both of us as we melt into each other so easily as if we've done this very thing a million times. He opens his mouth to deepen the kiss, only just a bit, still taking it slow and allowing me to get used to the feeling of being cherished by him. My hands mindlessly come up to rest behind his neck when he takes the opportunity to slide off of the counter and plant his feet firmly on the ground, keeping me firmly pressed to his body.

Walking me backward, my ass touches the kitchen island and he holds me in place by putting his palms onto the marble behind me. His tongue grazes mine, silently asking for permission to deepen the kiss even further and I willingly oblige, tasting the remains of the strawberries on our tongues with a small groan rumbling in his throat while a faint moan hums in mine.

This feels oddly perfect. It's a strange feeling to allow another man to be intimate with me in any kind of way but at the same time, it feels as if Jimin and I were meant to be doing this very thing at this exact moment. Our two worlds collided when we met and ever since, both of us have been magnetically drawn to one another. I've never been one to really believe in fate but lately, I find myself questioning if it's a possibility, after all.

Pulling away, he touches his forehead to mine but keeps his eyes closed. "You have no idea how badly I've wanted to do that but if we keep going, I know it'll be so much more painful to stop."

"We should stop, huh?" I question, running my fingernails over his shoulders and feeling him shiver under my touch.

Nodding, he looks up at me with lustful eyes, "We should."

Pressing my lips to his, he eagerly kisses me in return; only pecking my lips to hold himself back from losing control. Control that I'm losing myself.

"We should," I mumble in agreement.

"We should," he states through heavier breathing as my chest heaves against his. "Fuck, I don't want to."

Smiling against his lips, he chuckles nervously and moves his lips to my jawline and neck. My eyes fall shut at the sensation and a needy whimper escapes me as I feel his growing bulge against my thigh.

Quickly pulling back at the salacious sound, he inhales sharply. "Mia," he says my name in a way that sounds as if he's both begging for more and as if he's begging for mercy.

"Good night, Jimin," I state through a soothing tone. Walking toward the bedroom, I stop and turn back to look at him, "Would you mind cuddling with me for the rest of the night?"

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" He smiles at me as if I was the best thing he's ever seen.

"I sleep better with you next to me," I admit.

"In that case, I'll gladly lay with you as much as you want me to." Walking up to me, he wraps his arm around my shoulder and kisses my temple. "Not to mention, that couch is really fucking uncomfortable."

Laughing at his admission, I climb into the bed first, waiting for him to do the same before I pull up the silk sheets and the fluffy black bedspread over our bodies. Snuggling up to him, he plays with my hair as we lay in comfortable silence. A soft blue hue from the glow of the crescent moon calmly illuminates our surroundings and the only thing I hear is a mixture of his breathing and the thumping of his heartbeat.

"I know I've never really said it out loud but I really like you, Mia," he states and I lift my chin to look at him. "Try not to hurt me, okay?"

"I really like you, too, Jimin. I don't want to hurt you or be hurt again." Taking a deep breath, I turn to face him some more, "But I don't think it'd be wise to rush into anything."

"I'd never ask you to but I won't lie and say that I'm not extremely happy right now that you let me finally kiss you, at least."

Laying my head back down on his chest with a smile, he goes back to soothingly running his fingers through my hair. "I am, too."