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.His finger slides toward me slowly and he reaches out, skimming it down my thigh.Then he hooks it under the hem of my shorts.I try to back up, but he slips his other fingers under, tightening his grip.“But the only thing that’s going to quench my thirst is a sip of your sweet, wet—”I don’t get to hear the end of that sentence—thank God—because Park’s there, shoving the guy’s face into the table.One of his friend’s stands up.Park points to him.“Sit the fuck down.” The friend listens and Park’s grip tightens around Goatee’s neck.“Let her go before I fucking break your hand.” I feel him release me, and I take a quick step back, but I can’t pry my eyes off Park.He takes a deep breath to calm himself.“I’m going to let go, and you are going to apologize, then you are going to get up and leave without making any more of a scene.”I look around quickly and he’s right.It’s a scene.My manager has his hand on the phone, ready to call the police.The other waitresses are huddled together, watching the events unfold, and every customer in the diner is craning their neck to get a look.“Fuck you,” Goatee spits.His cheek is smashed against the table, his face red with rage.I can tell he’s struggling, but Park looks calm and composed.The bulging of the fine veins in his forearm and the whitening of his fingers are the only tell.He shakes the guy, slapping his cheek into the laminate top.“I’m not letting go until you agree,” Park growls.“We’ll go,” one of the others says.The third one glances over at me.“He’s just drunk.We’ll get him out of here.”I nod, but Park still doesn’t let him up.I touch his shoulder and the hard muscle beneath my fingertips makes me draw back.“Park.”He turns his head slowly to look at me.“Step back, Lucy.Now.”I do and Park shoves away from the guy who comes up swinging.He catches Park in the jaw and I release a shocked scream.His friends dive for his arms, but he’s bigger than them, and he’s furious.He shakes them off and goes after Park again.But Park’s recovered from the first hit and sidesteps the next wild throw.Then he lays Goatee out with an uppercut to the chin.As the big guy falls back into the table, I move forward, grabbing Park’s arm.It takes him a moment to turn to me, and when he does, he captures my face between his hands, looking me over.“Are you okay?”“Am I okay? Are you okay?” I trail my fingertips over his reddened jaw line.It’s hot to the touch and I’m pretty sure it’ll bruise.He closes his eyes and steps back, dropping his hands as he curls them into fists.I notice his knuckle is split and bleeding.I take a napkin off the next table and press it carefully to the wound.“I’m fine.” I peer up at him and he sighs.“I’m fine,” he repeats.***I wake up to Park crawling through my bedroom window.He pauses when he sees I’m awake, one leg in, and one leg out.He holds up a paper bag.“I brought breakfast.Coffee and bagels.”I sit up, smiling like an idiot.I can’t help but look at him like my own personal hero.The feminist in me recognizes what he did as being alpha male bullshit, but the woman in me thinks it’s hot.I actually think he handled it pretty well.He didn’t hit that guy until he had to.I only wish he had given me the chance to try and resolve the issue on my own before he jumped in.“You brought me breakfast?”He closes the window with one hand while juggling everything in the other.“Peace offering,” he says, shrugging.“Just in case you were pissed about last night.”I pat the bed in front of me.Park’s eyes flick from my hand to my face, back and forth several times before he lowers himself and offers me a Styrofoam cup.He pops the lid off while I hold it and adds two sugars and a creamer.When he looks inside the bag for something to stir it with I close my gaping mouth.How the hell he knew how I like my coffee is a mystery to me.The fact that he cared to know makes my stomach twist.He gives me butterflies.“I thought they put something in here…” he trails off and I pull myself out of my thoughts.I follow his gaze to my leg, folded beneath me.The sheet’s only covering half my body and I adjust it.And then I realize why he’s staring.I usually sleep in shorts, but it got too stuffy last night.I ended up just wearing my tank top and panties.“I’ll go get a spoon,” he says, lifting his eyes to meet mine.But he doesn’t get up
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