After breakfast, the three of them lay stretched out in bed, sunlight spilling across tangled sheets. Harin lay sprawled on her stomach, chin propped on her hand, lazily sipping the last of her latte. Ji-hye sat cross-legged with her coffee, the hem of the blanket pooled at her hips, trying not to think about how the sheets were still faintly damp from the night before.
"You're awfully quiet," Harin said, her eyes flicking to Ji-hye with a knowing smile.
"I'm just… processing," Ji-hye replied, looking down into her mug.
"Processing what? That you begged him to fuck you harder? That you came so hard you forgot your own name?" Harin teased.
Ji-hye groaned, hiding her face in her free hand. "Can you not…?"
"I'm just saying," Harin continued with a wicked grin, "it's cute when you blush about it. It means you liked it. A lot."
Ji-hye's lips curved despite herself. "…I did."
