~Hana~
I was still sprawled half on top of Ning, both of us sweaty and gross, her face buried in my neck laughing into my skin like the whole drool-and-ass-fingering disaster was the funniest thing that ever happened to us, when my phone kept buzzing like it was possessed. I reached over, almost knocked it off the nightstand, and saw Woo Min's name again. Third call in five minutes. Shit.
I hit speaker and flopped back down, Ning's arm tight around my waist like she wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon. "What now?" I said, trying to sound normal even though my voice was wrecked from all the yelling I'd done when she made me come.
Woo Min sounded like absolute hell, all raspy and shaky, breathing way too fast. "Hana… sorry… Do you have Junho's number? Like, your boyfriend Junho? The one you said you tamed?"
I froze. Ning lifted her head, hair sticking to her forehead, eyes narrowing at the phone like it personally offended her. We both said at the exact same time, "Why?"
