Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse apartment, painting the room in harsh morning light. Seo-yeon woke slowly, her body still heavy with sleep, her mind foggy with the remnants of dreams she couldn't quite remember.
As consciousness returned, so did the sensations from the night before. Her body felt different—sore in places she hadn't known could be sore, sensitive in ways that made her acutely aware of every movement. She could still feel the ghost of Joon-ho's touch, the memory of his cock filling her, the way he'd made her feel—wanted, desired, completely and utterly alive.
"Mmm—" She stretched slowly, her muscles protesting slightly, and a soft moan escaped her lips. "Ah, everything still feels—"
