Ji-hye stirred beneath the sheets, the hazy pull of a dream giving way to the slow, dawning awareness of morning. Her body shifted slightly, and that's when she felt it—warm skin pressed against hers, a steady breath brushing the top of her hair. Her bare thigh slid against something firm. Someone's arm was draped around her waist.
It wasn't a pillow.
Her lashes fluttered open. Early sunlight bled softly through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold. She turned her head and stilled.
Joon-ho.
Her cheek had been resting against his chest. She was tucked into him like a blanket, limbs tangled, her body half-draped over his. His arm had her pulled close like it had been that way all night. Ji-hye's eyes widened as the memories returned in blurry fragments—being carried, mumbling something about her legs not working, asking him to undress her...
Oh god. She froze.
