Tasting My Bodyguard (R18)

The sleek black sedan pulled into the private underground garage of the luxury hotel just past midnight. Val killed the engine with a soft click, her hands lingering on the wheel for a heartbeat longer than necessary.

I stepped out first, the cool garage air brushing against my skin, then opened the rear door for the twins.

Yerin practically bounced out, eyes sparkling with unrestrained anticipation. Yoona followed more gracefully, crimson hair cascading over one shoulder, a knowing little smile already curving her lips. Val locked the car and came around to join us, her usual composed posture slightly softened by the flush that still colored her cheeks.

The private elevator ride up to the penthouse suite was quiet, thick with shared awareness. Yerin kept stealing glances at Val, biting her lower lip. Yoona stood close enough that their shoulders brushed. I reached out and lightly took Val's hand; her fingers tightened around mine at once, almost reflexively.