I woke up with Jun-ho still wrapped around me, arms around my waist, warm breath on my neck. His body glued to mine like he didn't know how to sleep without me. We'd had sex until late. And honestly? I'd do it all over again before even getting out of bed.
I'm lost in this guy. Completely.
The end of our fake engagement was getting closer, and even after everything we'd been through, I still caught myself looking for proof that this place was mine. But there's still a part of me that keeps asking if I really belong here. To him. Even after everything. Even after so much.
A shiver ran down my spine when I felt his hands lazily slide across my skin, and I smiled without realizing.
— Good morning, my love — I said, voice hoarse with sleep.
He opened his eyes slowly. And looked at me like I'd just declared war.
— M-my love? Me? — he muttered, confused.
I laughed.
— Don't make that face. I already told you I like you.
