I tried to scramble toward the edge of the bed, desperate to put distance between us, but my legs wouldn't listen. The second my feet hit the floor, my knees buckled like they were made of water. I fell forward with a heavy thud, landing hard on my knees, the silk sheet slipping away and exposing just as much as I had the night before.
The cool air hit my skin, and I felt the heat of a fresh blush crawling up my neck. I knew what I looked like—covered in the messy evidence of their grip.
Seo-Jun let out a long, low whistle from the bed, the sound vibrating in the quiet room.
"Now that's a sight for sore eyes," he drawled. I could feel his gaze crawling over me, staring at my reddened skin and the dark bite marks that seemed to cover every inch of me.
