How to Catch an Oppa (#Wattys2015)
Excerpt... "Ah! So hot, so hot, so hot!" I jumped back and tried to brush the spilled liquid from my shirt, but it only seeped further into the fabric. "Aish! I'm sorry. I didn't see you." A male voice said. "Well, that's obvious. If you would lo-" I swallowed my words when I looked up. My lips parted without consent as my eyes blinked (like a mad woman's). I tried to stop them, but it was useless. As my brain scrambled for a word to describe the honey-hued man in front of me, I let my gaze wander over his face. I didn't make it past the sensual, hooded eyes-like half-moons-staring at me. "Are you ok?" He asked.I watched his lips, and bit the inside of mine. They were plump, with a natural pucker that called me to them. "Umm, your uh, shirt."I looked down to see my nipples peeking through the stained part of my blouse. Of course, this happens on laundry day!β¦