I was trying to focus on my coffee, trying not to think about yesterday, about anything other than Salin still barefoot in the kitchen, his skin marked, and that satisfied look in his eyes.
But he wouldn't stay quiet.
— So… now you're going to want this every night, huh?
I lifted my eyes to him, frowning. A hard thump in my chest.
— What? — I asked, maybe I had heard wrong.
Salin laughed, shaking his head.
— You're already looking at me like an addict, Jun-Ho.
That made me blink, my tongue itching to retaliate.
— Am I? — I teased.
He wasn't entirely wrong.
I sighed, taking the last sip of my coffee before leaning on the counter. My gaze dropped to him, to the elegant way he held the cup. I shouldn't have done it, but I did anyway.
I slid my hand to his waist, fingers moving slowly until they pressed softly against the fabric of his pants. It was a subtle touch, just enough to remind him that I knew exactly what I was doing.
