Not A Good Idea

When we finished eating, he took his thumb and gently stroked the area above my cut.

"Does it hurt?" he asked sympathetically.

"Not anymore," I answered as I looked down.

His touching me like that was killing me. It stirred up heat in me I never knew existed.

Mo Ting never made me feel the way Mu Kai does, and I was bothered by that. As I should not have these feelings for him since we're friends, and that is all we can be. And I believe we met for a reason, but I have yet to find out why.

"What are you thinking?" he softly asked.

Then I took his hand and removed it from my head, holding it up to my face as I gently kissed it. I could feel him tighten as his breathing grew heavier, but I didn't and wouldn't let go.

"I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have a friend like you," I smiled.

He smiled and pulled his hand away.

"We need to leave early in the morning, we should get some rest."

I got up and started walking upstairs.

"Do you want a pain relief?" He yelled from the kitchen.

"No, I'm fine," I responded."

I slipped into my night-shirt and got under the absurdly warm covers. As I was looking through my phone when Mu Kai knocked on the door.

"Come in." He walked in the room wearing dark brown silk pyjama bottoms that hung off his hips.

His muscular frame stared at me as my butterflies awoke and the fire ignited in my blood. He sat down in the chair and reclined it back.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Getting some rest?"

"Here?"

"Yes, do you have a problem with that?" The only problem I had was trying to keep my hands off him and having my way with him.

"Yes I do Mr. Mu."

He sat up and looked at me.

"Why? The doctor said you need to be watched for a concussion. How am I supposed to do that if I'm in the room down the hall?" He asked clueless.

Now I'm if he clueless or intend to play with me.

"I'm fine, and besides you cannot sleep all night in that chair, you'll be hurting in the morning, and we have a ten-hour drive to Beijing."

"Doctors' orders Miss Ru, so deal with it. You are not getting your way with this one."

"Now you're making me feel bad," I took in a sharp breath and wanted to crucify myself for what I was about to say.

"At least sleep in the bed."

His eyes widened.

"I don't think that is a good idea Wen Wen." He said.