GRR 112

Kwon Chasa was momentarily flustered by the rejection, but Jion grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. He lifted his heels and chin at the same time, and pressed his lips against his without hesitation. It was too aggressive and dry to be called a kiss or a peck. It was closer to an angry stamp.

Jion stepped back only when he felt pain in his lips. He breathed heavily and rubbed his wet eyelashes with the back of his hand. Kwon Chasa felt defeated as he looked into the dark eyes staring directly at him.

“I still like you. I will continue to like you.”