YOO-MI’s POV
I stood up and pulled away from Jeonghan, walking towards the closet. I am still wearing my red silk robe. He got up of bed and followed me quickly.
Jeonghan leaned in and kissed me forcefully, his lips claiming mine. Before I knew it, everything in the bedroom ceased to exist, except for the feel of his mouth against mine. The feel of his tongue sliding past the seam of my lips to duel with mine.
“Where did you go babe? I was waiting for you but I fell asleep. You should’ve woken me up.” He breathed as he pulled away, a hand cupping the curve of my breast.
I shrugged out of my robe, the swathe of silk falling to my feet. “You looked tired,” I teased, fingering the waistband of his boxers.
He shut me up by his lips taking firm control over mine and his hands slid up from my waist to grip my hair, holding me against his body.