Chapter 147

A distance close enough that each of them could feel the other's breath completely.

Pressed together like that, Sae-i suddenly felt Woon Seong-ha's body go rigid.

"……Ah."

Seong-ha, his breathing uneven, let out a short, strained sound.

How was a healthy, blood-hot eighteen-year-old boy supposed to hold steady when the girl he liked was pressed against him like this, practically folded into his arms?

Worse, every time he breathed in, Sae-i's scent brushed past his nose, and the soft give of her skin leaning against him kept making his body react on its own.

"……Sae-i."

Seong-ha's voice, coming out of the dark, was tight and strained — like someone who had clenched his jaw and held his throat shut for a long moment before finally forcing out the words.

His hand, which had been gripping her shoulder, tightened without meaning to. He couldn't even bring himself to meet her eyes,…