My Summer In Seoul by Rachel Van Dyken

Author:Rachel Van Dyken [Dyken, Rachel Van]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rachel Van Dyken
Published: 2021-12-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

If it was easy everyone would do it…

Lucas

She was still out on the couch.

Dead to the world.

And we had to leave in the next hour if we were going to make it to rehearsal on time. An evil part of me wanted to shove her off the couch and yell, “Fire!”

Instead, I tried to channel my inner gentleman and slowly approached like one does an animal in the wild because, truly, it was the only comparison my brain could come up with—I reached out to shake her shoulder when she flipped around and threw her arms up, pulling my body on top of her.

“Grace!” I shoved against her.

How the hell was she so strong?

She wrapped a leg around me, pinning me against the couch as her arms twined around my neck. Her nose was cold, pressed against the spot below my ear.

She moaned.

Fuck.

Talk about a scandal.

If any fan saw this, I’d be blacklisted.

If the guys saw this, I wouldn’t hear the end of it; they’d assume I slept with her on the couch and— No, no, wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Grace…” I hissed her name again, but it only seemed to encourage her to pin me harder against the couch; her legs were like a vise. What the hell? Did she study Jiu-jitsu in another life?

I decided to unwrap her legs first and reached down to pull her right leg off me. My fingers dug into her muscular thigh. For complaining about working out, she sure felt strong.

Not like I was feeling her up.

I inwardly groaned. This was getting worse by the second, and the guys would be out to eat breakfast any minute.

I squeezed my eyes shut and shoved, finally getting her right leg off me and pressing her onto her back.

Her arms were still hooked around my neck, forcing me to face her.

She looked so peaceful, and honestly, a lot prettier when she wasn’t talking twenty-four seven.

Huh, imagine that! Just tape her mouth shut, and she becomes attractive.

I smiled at my own joke.

Her eyelashes were dark like her eyebrows, and her hair was light, but I could tell she needed to dye it again.

It still looked good.

What was I saying?

Nothing about her was good, even if she did save my ass. I wasn’t dumb; I knew that our label was thinking very seriously about not letting me on stage.

It was business, not personal, and the last thing they wanted was for my scandal to affect the group in a negative way—even though I was innocent.

Angry all over again, I forgot about prying her hands away.

A door slammed.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Sleepover?” Sookie asked in Korean.

“Help me!” I hissed. “She won’t let me go. And no, I didn’t sleep over. I was trying to tell her to get up, and she attacked me.”

“In her sleep?” Why did it have to be Sookie and not Jay? At least Jay would help first, ask questions later. Sookie would probably ask if we hugged all night or held hands or who knew.

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