"Then shall we limit it to the upper half?"
Rohit's hands left the soft curve of her ass and rose to her waist instead.
He kept her body locked against his, the hard line of his cock still pressed firmly through their clothes, but his touch grew lighter—more deliberate.
One palm slid slowly up her side, stopping just beneath the gentle swell of her breast, applying the faintest pressure to keep the tension alive.
He guided her backward until the cool metal of the rooftop railing pressed against her lower back, sealing any chance of retreat. The night wind moved across them again, sharper than before. Neither stepped away.
Seo-yeon's eyes were half-lidded, lips slightly swollen and glistening from their kiss.
Her fingers remained curled tightly in the front of his shirt.Conflict flickered across her face—the careful part of her still whispering caution, the deeper part already past the line.
