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"Pleeeease..." I beg Eric over the phone.

I've been trying to convince him to drop all his plans for the weekend and find his way thousands of miles outside New York city, to join me at Lake Momo. 

He's sounding a little bit on the fence about whether or not he should come and that's way better than a flat out, 'no' at this point. 

"Are you sure that you need me there, Mel. This isn't like you....you're usually so independent.."

"Of course It isn't like me! Is spending 5 whole days out in the middle of nowhere very 'me' ? No, it's not. That's why I need your support, your...your company, Eric! I really need you to come through for me on this one.. " I whine into the phone.

I hear him let out a long breath of what I hope represents his surrender to my demands. 

"Melanie, please tell me again just why you need me to accompany you on this trip? I have a feeling that something is wrong, otherwise you would have asked me to come with you when we were together yesterday." 

"I know, I know and I'm sorry. My assumptions were that the trip was to some luxury Spa resort or something, not a musty cabin on the lake!" 

I hear Eric softly click his tongue in uncertainty and my heart twinges in panic so I decide to pull out my last ditch attempt to convince him that he's 'the big strong hero'  to my damsel in distress. 

"Babe, trust me when I say, that I really need you. First of all, I miss you already and second....I might need saving from..... you know....uh, from dangerous, wild animals and bugs ! Yes, bugs! So many bugs. You know how much I hate bugs.."

Eric laughs, finally and I chuckle too nervously on the other line hoping that he'll take the bait.

I know I might sound silly and that he must be wondering what sort of nutcase he might have gotten himself mixed up with, but I'm desperate and these excuses are all that I've got!

Eric doesn't know that when I said, 'dangerous wild animal', I actually meant  my ex-husband.  

That's who I'm really afraid of! 

Lions, tigers, bears... those didn't faze me but I was absolutely petrified at the thought of falling in love with Jungkook again.

 I was all nerves and sweaty palms whenever he was around. Earlier that evening, I nearly spilled an entire tray of half-empty bottles of beer down my front when he leaned over to my ear and asked, "Need any help with that?" 

Jungkook knew damn well what he was doing and I was sure the 'beer incident' was only the beginning of whatever torture he had in store for me on this trip.

"Ok you got it. I'll be there.." Eric concedes after a long pause.

If it weren't for my caution around the baby, I would have done a cartwheel across the room right then and there!

"Yes!" I almost shout and quickly clamp my hand over my mouth to hush myself when I remember that its after midnight and probably everyone in the house must already be asleep by now.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I gush into the phone.

"It's okay, anything for you babe."

I can tell from Eric's voice that he's smiling on the other end. He's so nice.... too nice maybe? But it didn't matter now. I had my 'get-out-of-jail free' card secured.

"Goodnight Melanie," he says softly. 

"Goodnight," I smile back into the receiver. Sure, Eric didn't make my heart race erratically or give me crazy butterflies. But instead, what I do get is a good and warm feeling inside from him. It's nice.... comfortable..

There's nothing wrong with 'comfortable', right?

We still haven't said the big, four-letter word to each other yet so there's the usual awkward silence at the end of all our conversations as always lately. 

So I fill it by saying, " I miss you.."

"I miss you too," he answers quickly and then we finally hang up.

All that adrenaline has made me thirsty and the sudden pangs of hunger that gnaw at my stomach now catches me by surprise as well. I can't believe I'm already hungry again when I'd just had dinner three hours earlier. 

I blame it all on my little side-kick and decide to head for the kitchen.

I thought I was the only one awake in the house but when I flick the lights on, Jungkook is sitting  there.

His head is down and his hands are brought together just resting on the table.

When he looks up in surprise, his face is as handsome as ever but his eyes are tired.

"What are you doing awake?" He asks.

"I should be asking you the same exact thing!" I quip, flinging open the door to the fridge.

Milk and some cookies. Perfect!

I pour myself a glass and get ready to make away with this entire bag of cookies to the privacy of my room.

"Why don't you stay?"

"Stay?" I pause.

"Yeah, just sit down for a second. Besides, I'm in the mood for a cookie too..." despite his evidently low mood, Jungkook manages to smirk playfully.

I sit down, sliding the bag of cookies to the middle of the table and he takes one.

"Only because I'm not greedy..." I say, unglamorously through a mouth full of baked cookie dough.

Jungkook holds his chocolate chip disc in the air, "Cheers."

I grimace at him, "Cheers.."

We've been chewing in silence for a while. After downing the last of the milk from my glass, I get up to leave.

"Well, goodnight."

"So did you really invite him?" Jungkook blurts out.

"Invite who?"

"Your.... I don't know what to call him..." he shakes his head, mystified. "What are you even doing with him, anyway Mel? Are you two dating? Is he your boyfriend?"

My mouth drops open but only a small choked sound comes out. It takes me a minute to collect myself from Junkgook's unexpected boldness.

"Its none of your business." I say, sticking my nose in the air and walking to the kitchen sink.

I rinse the glass quickly and when I turn around, I bump straight into the firm cushion of Junkook's chest.

"Jungkook, what are you doing?" 

There goes my heart again, pounding out of my chest and he hasn't even touched me yet.

"Mel, why are you settling for that guy?" Jungkook asks quietly, leaning in and I close my eyes as I feel his breath gently tickle my face.

My hands ball into fists and I grit my teeth, "Jungkook, you have no right. How dare you criticise me love life?" I look him dead in the eyes, in disbelief that one man could be so bold and shameless!

"Yes," he answers,  "Yes I do have a right, Mel. Because I want you to always remember this— I'm the best you've ever had and I'm the best you ever will have..." Jungkook's nostrils flare slightly as he looks down at me with intense eyes. 

I swallow the last of the milk I was holding in my mouth, "You don't know what you're talking about!" I scoff, feeling the blood rush to my face.

I try to push past him but Jungkook keeps me trapped between the warmth of his body and the sink.

"I still love you, Mel." His eyes soften, "I can't stop.." Jungkook's voice cracks at his last words and its making me emotional too.

"Jungkook, please stop this." I whimper.

"No. Mel, tell me that you don't feel the same....tell me that you don't love me anymore and I'll walk away right now.."

I can't answer. I don't know why. My head is all confused, a jumbled mess of emotions riots through me.

Jungkook bows his head, lips hovering against mine and I shake my head to free my muddled thoughts. I'm afraid that I might shatter into a million pieces.

"We shouldn't do this...we can't"

"Why?" he asks, leaning his forehead on mine and we both close our eyes, reeling in the moment. 

My fingers unknowingly grip his shirt and it feels so good just to touch him. 

I shake my head again, our foreheads still pressed together, "We can't," I mutter, "...I can't.."

Then, Jungkook kisses me..

The kiss is gentle, soft, unbearably fragile, it sends a spike of sensation from my lips down through my shoulders, running- spreading, engulfing my entire frame. 

Everything about Eric, about the wedding that never happened, the divorce, is in this moment-all irrelevant.

Jungkook cups my chin softly, lingering and deepening the kiss but he is still hesitant. 

His fingers graze my sides, tempted and I can feel how badly he wants to touch me. 

I hold my breath, wondering if he will grab a hold of me and take me as his once again...just like he did that night before? I'm not sure if I want him to and I'm not sure if I don't.

He knows that he's overstepping his boundaries. He no longer has any claim to me and that fact is eating him alive. I can see it written all over his face as he pulls away briefly, his deep brown eyes swimming in desire and his lips glistening from our kiss. 

 There are no words, only sensation, smooth sensation. Tender, like the tickling lick of a kitten as his tongue entangles with mine again. 

I feel powerless. Intoxicated, out of control.

Jungkook is kissing me. I am kissing Jungkook. 

We are standing in the middle of the kitchen, giving and taking every last drop of passion, our energies floating from one to the other, then back again. 

We're kissing from memory.  Kissing fast, kissing hard, deep, frantic, long and slow. 

He is tasting my lips, my mouth, my tongue. Our lips and bodies know every fragment, every fissure of the other's. 

I caress Jungkook's face, feeling the softness of his skin and the light, high bones of his cheek; He rubs his face against mine, sweeping our cheeks together and muzzling against my ear. 

He traces the narrow line of my eyebrow, running his fingers along the soft, butterfly flick of my lashes.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers. I was always a sucker for hearing those words from him.

The thought of having Jungkook inside me again is luscious, delicious and I cannot wait to welcome him into the hidden depths of me- soft, enveloping. 

A part of me is still thinking that it'll stop in a minute, that it won't really happen again, it won't go too far this time... 

But Jungkook is slowly taking possession of me and there is absolutely nothing I can or want to do about it.

He hastily opens my dressing gown, pulling my cotton shorts off. 

I lift my hips and let him prop me up on the countertop as he undoes his khakis. 

He tosses them away under the kitchen table and our heated stares linger for a moment. 

Jungkook is still in his boxer briefs until he reaches for the hem, pushing it down and shimmying out of them one leg after the other. Now he is exposed to me and I gulp with want. Its consuming me like an ever-burning flame.

He spreads my legs wider on the counter and presses into me- skin-to-skin. 

I almost scream as he fills me up. Jungkook sucks eagerly at my breasts and a noise escapes me, an embarrassingly deep sigh — like air rushing out of something. 

I can't believe that I'm letting this happen; I'm not stopping it, not screaming in protest. 

I'm enjoying it. 

Jungkook reaches his hand under my ass to get a better grip, pushing himself deeper into me and I lace my finger through his hair, savouring the sweetness of each thrust.

We are reckless, grinding our bodies together, humping and clutching at each other as if one of us might disappear.

My nails sink deep into his shoulders as the knot of tension in my stomach strains dangerously.

"Jungkook...." I whimper breathlessly, "Jungkook...." my eyes are shut so tightly, that Im seeing rainbows. 

"It's all right," Jungkook says. "Cum for me, love."

A thick, musky scent rises in the air as our bodies writhe together in the kitchen, concocting our very own sexual stew.

Jungkook's fingers curl between my legs, slipping in between us and rubbing fast circles around my clit.

"Ahhhh...Jungkook!" I pant, trying painfully not to make too much noise and he smiles wickedly, loving the sound of me calling out his name.

Suddenly, his hips find a slightly different angle and he pulls himself out slowly, then slips slickly back into me, finding the spot -  he sets a new pace.

Jungkook slips in and out more quickly, more vigorously and that's when I come all over his length, spasming and shaking in thunderous convulsions, our voices going up in guttural exaltations.

I'm seeing flashes of light, fleeting images. It's as though I'm losing consciousness, losing my mind, I don't even know, dying! 

 He soon follows me off the edge in seizures, squeezing and expelling himself into me. I am flooded with a warm, satisfying sensation.

And just like that, its over.

We both come down from our limits and relax. Jungkook's lips slide softly against mine again. His fingers brush the wet hair from my face.

My legs are still splayed open on the marble countertop with Jungkook nestled firmly between them.

I can't believe we just did that.

I can't believe I just did that....again.

I push Jungkook away, leaping to find my feet and scramble away after I've managed to gather my discarded clothes into my arms.

This is totally ridiculous! All I really wanted was a mid-night snack!

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