The morning light slipped through the cracks in the curtain. I stretched, taking a deep breath. Jun-ho had woken up first, and I remained there, staring at the room and the warm emptiness he left when he got up.
But I wasn't alone. I could hear the sound of cutlery, the faucet running. He was preparing our breakfast.
I sat up in bed, still wrapped in the duvet. My whole body ached. The almost living presence of his hands gripping me, his lips marking me. His claim still engraved on me.
"I only want you, Salin."
That's what he said as he turned me over and pulled me on top of him.
I felt taken over by an intense yet careful force.
He was an absurd contrast.
Being with him was like living a whirlwind of emotions. That's how he lived, each day as if it were his last, without wanting to regret anything.
And somehow, I understood that.
Last night, I saw a vulnerable Jun-ho. And then, one completely in control.
So intense. So sure of what he wanted.
