et knock on my apartment door or the way my

way I looked at him when I left the office, not after how long I

wearing nothing but a robe that barely clung to my shoulders. My skin was stil

ehind him like it meant something. Like walking

His silence had weight, and I felt it push i

ice almost foreign to me. But

As if he still wasn't sure if this was real. As if he still saw me as someone un

asn't h

e kne

dlessly, a puddle

hest rising and falling like he'd just run

think," I said, s

won

. I wasn't used to feeling like this-like I was something worth trembling over. His lips

y back, over the curve of my hips, pulling me against him. His body was so firm, so warm. He k

, and I tipped my head back, offering it all. His hands steadied me, gu

uld've felt exposed. I should've felt like prey. But I felt powerful. I felt

in fron

ut as

ut sp

d then again, higher. My breath caught, chest rising and falling like I cou

ng. He didn't stop. He didn't rush. His mouth moved slowly,

t he gripped my thighs tighter, holding me still, forcing me

know what I was begging for-release or m

ost sensitive spot. I moaned loud, thighs clamping around his head, b

verything

atte

urled into the couch cushions, heart beating like a war drum. Only t

in," he murmured.

th to mine. I tasted myself on him, and it only

ttons popped, belt clanged, pants dropped-and then he

hick. Beautifu

wetness slicked against him as I rolled my hips, teasing us both. His

led. "Every day, watching you walk aroun

ment he lifted me slightly and sl

, sobbed-at

low. So d

he stilled, letting me feel every

, Eun

head fell back against the couch, mouth open, a groan

e said, hands roaming my

he gave me like I was addicted. Our skin slapped togethe

and I fell apart all over again-crying out his nam

chasing his own release. I held his face in my hands,

ng around me, burying his face in my ne

move for a

ad against his shoulder, o

no w

idn't n

nd fou

ed my s

ething dangerous-something I'd tried to deny since t

s fa

was no tur

-

sound of our skin meeting-raw, wet, beautiful. My nails dug into his back, the sheets crumpled beneath me, and ever

ainst mine, eyes open, bre

ow and cracked around the edges. "But I can't pretend anymore, Eun-m

ed me right before walking out the door with everything I thought we'd built. And here he was-this young

speak.

ed around hi

lls and brings your coffee. But you look at me like I'm not invisible. And wh

m down until our lips met again-not harshly this time. Not to silence him. Just

like he didn't b

up to meet him, slow and deliberate. He groane

oice heavy and low. "You're the only thin

he held me change-softer somehow, even as he pressed into me with a ne

," he said, like it was the

he way I tilted my head, the way I moved bene

nder

shed

me, it wasn

s sur