187 Cashless, Kissless Date-Conclusion

Gayoon waited inside the tent for Minho who was outside, preparing tea for them. He claimed that it was the only thing he knew how to make properly. She sighed and let him have his way. There was no point in arguing with him when he was being so cutely childish. It reminded her of Jina's antics whenever she came up with crazy ideas. 

Guess the father and daughter are alike in many ways, she mused. 

She had already changed into dry pants but her selfish side refused to change out of Minho's shirt. He had a sweet apple scent which she found very soothing. The thought of what they were doing earlier also made her redder and she could still feel the warmth of his lips on her skin. Yet, there was something stopping them from going all the way even though she had no idea what it was. She did not know what their future held but what they had in the present felt so natural and real that she was afraid of what would happen if they went further than this.