I knew the shower head was a pitiful replacement for him, but I didn’t realize how much of a difference it would be until his mouth found my sensitive flesh. He pushes my thighs apart rather roughly and I nearly expire then and there. He licks me, feasting on me like I’m some kind of delicious dessert he is only allowed to eat once in his lifetime. If I ever felt this good during sex, I don’t remember it. My toes curl and my limbs tense as the first orgasm rushes through me.

When he returns to me, he is fully nude—his shirt and pants abandoned somewhere. His condom-covered shaft hangs heavy between his legs and I can’t stop my tongue from creeping out to wet my lips. A look of hunger flashes across his face and then he’s on me again, his tongue so thoroughly exploring my mouth that he must know me better than my own dentist. My own busy fingers scrape across his back and dip into the hollow of his spine where two indentations rest right above his tight, gorgeous ass.

A whoosh of air escapes when his thick head penetrates my sex for the first time. He pauses immediately. “Gwaenchana?”

“Yes, I’m okay.” I dig my fingers into his shoulders and urge him on. “I’m good. Very good.”

He grins wickedly and slides home. I close my eyes and ride the sensations—his shaft rubbing along all those nerves, his chest making contact with my nipples, his mouth devouring mine. He’s furnace hot, and that heat sweeps through me, burning away the hurt and replacing it with bliss. I let the waves pull me under into a cocoon of euphoria. His own body heaves and shudders before he drops to my side. The moment that he leaves me, though, I can feel dark thoughts encroach.

“Don’t think anymore, Hara. Not tonight.” He presses my head against his chest. His heart is still thundering. “There will be time for that tomorrow. “

My mind doesn’t work like that. My brain refuses to rest though my body is deliciously relaxed, and Yujun seems to sense my inner turmoil. His chest rumbles as he speaks again. “We can have a Korean lesson. Will that help you fall asleep?”

“Maybe.”

“Okay. New word. Repeat after me: choahaeyo.”

“Chohay-o.”

“More like choaiyo. Swallow the h.”

“Choaiyo.”

“Good. I like you, too.”

“What?” I bolt up.

He drags me back down to his side. “I like you. Choahaeyo. Lie down next to me. I need to rest before I take a taxi back to your place to fetch my car.” I’m torn between wanting him to leave and appreciating that he’s giving me space. “It’s too bad you lost your phone.”

“Beyond the obvious reasons, why?”

“I was going to enter this date so that in a month you could buy me a gift. It’s the twenty-first century. Women should be buying men gifts.”

He says this so cheekily that I can’t help but smile. It might be the first one I’ve worn all day. I feel out of practice. “Is that right?”