"Do I... really look like that to you? Like I’d get hard for just anyone?"

Song Hayan had never been interested in dating or relationships.
Yet now, her eyes kept wandering toward her younger brother’s friend—
someone she’d always thought was way too young for her.

Why him? Why always him…?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean you. It’s just… guys your age usually—”

“I’ve never done that. Not once. Not because of anyone else.”

Tears welled up in Woo Hyun’s eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.
Every time his damp lashes trembled, Hayan felt herself teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

“And for the record… I’m not that small.
Not that you’d know—you’ve never even seen it.”

“…What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying you’ll… show me?”

On impulse, Woo Hyun grabbed her shoulders.
He hadn’t even known he was capable of wanting something like this.
But now, like a moth drawn helplessly to a flame,
he found himself diving straight into her gravity.

“…Can I touch you?”