She's jolted awake by her alarm at 6:30.
The first thing she registers is pain. Her thighs ache. Her neck is stiff. And there's a very specific soreness between her legs that makes last night come flooding back in vivid detail.
'Oh God.'
She buries her face in her pillow and groans.
Haejin. His mouth. His hands. His...
'Nope. Not thinking about it. Professional. I need to be professional.'
But her body has other ideas. Just the memory makes heat pool low in her stomach.
She drags herself out of bed, wincing at every movement, and catches sight of herself in the mirror.
Her hair is a disaster. Her neck has a faint red mark that could be a hickey or could be razor burn or could be her imagination running wild.
She touches it gently and her brain unhelpfully supplies the image of Haejin's face buried between her thighs.
"Stop it," she mutters to her reflection.
The shower helps. Cold water. Lots of it. Enough to shock some sense back into her system.
