Ji-hye stirred beneath the soft duvet, her eyelids fluttering open as a ray of warm sunlight slipped between the curtains and caressed her bare skin.
Her whole body felt heavy, warm, and… sore.
Especially her waist.
She winced slightly, stretching her legs beneath the sheets—and immediately flushed red as last night's memories flooded back like an electric wave.
Joon-ho's body pinning her down.Harin's mouth on her breast.Her own voice, shameless, moaning, begging—"Deeper, please—don't stop—"
She buried her face in the pillow with a groan, mortified and aroused at the same time.
She turned her head slowly and found Harin still beside her, one arm draped across the bed, her golden hair tousled and lips slightly parted. Her naked chest rose and fell with gentle breaths, the sheets barely covering her waist.
Ji-hye smiled faintly, then glanced to the other side of the bed.
Empty.
Joon-ho wasn't there.
