She bowed her head politely after he took her coat, proceeding to follow him into the living room while her eyes darted around curiously. It had hardly been a few minutes since she stepped inside yet she already felt significantly warmer. Her lips curved into a coy smile as she took a seat beside him on the couch’s arm rest, crossing one leg over the other.
There was something about the idea of being missed that elevated Jessica’s spirits; maybe it had to do with the simple thought of being valued by somebody else. It came through like a sort of relief—from what she wasn’t exactly sure, but it didn’t trouble her enough to figure it out either. Purely by impulse, she reached for his hand, slipping her fingers between his.
"Let’s see, something to drink." A soft hum slipping past her lips, she pondered over the list of options he had given her as to what to drink, her stare fixed on the ceiling. She had never been the quickest to make decisions; in fact, she was already accustomed to having people choose for her instead. "Hot vanilla?" she repeated after some time, turning to face him again with a grin. "I’ve honestly never tried that before. But it sounds, like you said, special, and now I’m curious."
Jessica tilted her head, her gaze still set on him. “You know, you could go take a shower and leave me watching TV or something. I wouldn’t mind. I’m the one who decided to show up uninvited after all,” she suggested, rambling on with a light chuckle, "Things haven’t been too hectic for you, have they, Gikwang? Especially around this time of year…" She came to a pause in the middle of her sentence and her eyes widened, continuing in almost a whisper, “..I just realized I need to figure out what to get you for the holidays.”
He hadn’t been cold before, but the feeling of her fingers interwining with his own sent a warmth through his body, from his finger tips to his head and toes, that spread fast like a wildfire. Although it was little more than a small gesture, it made him feel a sense of comfort and reassurance - that time and distance were nothing but a construct and not a threat. As it happened, he felt like they only grew closer to each other.
The hues of his eyes never once moved from her lovely features as she pondered about his suggestions; no matter if subconsciously or on purpose, he always felt captivated by what she did. Like the way her kissable lips would purse and her perfectly shaped eyebrows knit together in thought, or the apples of her cheeks flushed sheepishly rosy in colour. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of watching her simply be, so he found himself often times staring at her, just like now.
Snapping out of his daze, he flashed her one of his trademark grins, giving her hand a little squeeze. “My hot vanilla is the best to exist if I dare say so myself, I’m sure I could have a few people vouch for that, too,” he exclaimed, pride and playfulness laced in his voice. His eyes were firmly fixated on her face as she talked on and once again, he lost himself in her presence. Almost like in trance, he lifted a strand of her long tresses, planting a delicate kiss on the silk before he stared into her eyes again. “I couldn’t quite possibly waste my time in a mere shower when I have a beautiful lady like you waiting here,” he breathed, letting his hand release the strand and drop to his lap again, “They haven’t. I recently concluded a drama filming and signed a contract for a new permanent variety gig, but for the time being, I’m mostly free. Finally.” His nose scrunched up and he flexed his shoulders as though to rid himself of some knots, “It was about time.”
He raised an eyebrow when silence fell upon the two, watching her expression change from calm to surprised, almost shocked, and he wasn’t sure what might have triggered the mood to change. With her voice so flat, he had to strain his ears and lean in slightly to pick up on what she said and almost immediately after he understood her words, he let a light laugh escape his chest. “What’s that frightened face for, huh?” the corner of his lips curled up into an amused half-smile as he continued, “If you really want to give me a present, then…” he halted briefly to look at her gently, sincerity reflected in his eyes, “Don’t let me be alone on Christmas Eve.”