Boxers - Jay Park

When Jay walked into the room, I was sitting cross-legged on the bed. He flashed a mischievous smile and walked toward me, taking off his shirt and pants along the way. Once I snapped out of my initial shock, I asked:

- Are you planning to sleep naked?

- No, in boxers. - he replied, tilting his head slightly to the right before adding. - But if you want, I can take them off.

My eyes widened.

- Don't even try! - I shouted, throwing a pillow at him. Unfortunately, I missed.

- Why not?- Jay asked, grabbing the waistband and slowly sliding his boxers down.

I squeaked and covered my face with another pillow. A moment later, I felt the mattress shift under his weight.

- ___...- he whispered and tickled me. I tossed the pillow aside.

- Stop it! - I yelled again and grabbed the hand he was tickling me with.

I looked at him. It took a second for me to realize we had frozen in a position where our faces were just inches apart. I could feel my cheeks turning red again.

- You look adorable when you blush. - he whispered and gently brushed his lips against mine.

Now I definitely looked like a beetroot. Still, I smiled at him softly. A moment later, I felt his lips on mine again. I returned the kiss — this time, it lasted much longer.