Chapter 47.2

Chapter 47.2

“That’s because you—”

“You know, you’re especially pretty when you cry. Where’d you learn to cry that beautifully?”

Heeju glared at him through watery eyes, then sighed deeply.

“You’re alive, that’s all that matters. What about Sungang… Kang Sungang?”

Gukhyun caught her wrist and pulled her toward him. Her slender frame toppled forward, landing squarely in his lap. In an instant, she was sitting on his thigh, facing him.

“He’s in surgery right now.”

“And the rest of him? He’s not hurt anywhere else?”

“After all that screaming, his throat’ll probably be shot when he wakes up.”

“…”

Heeju didn’t ask what had happened where Gukhyun had gone to save him. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against the curve of it, breathing him in over and over.

“Were you worried Sungang might die?”

Heeju gave a small nod, rubbing her nose against his neck. Gukhyun’s hand slid up to cradle the back of her head as he asked quietly,

“More than you worried about me?”

“…Are you jealous right now?”

She lifted her head, meeting his gaze. His dark gray eyes gleamed sharply at close range.

“You didn’t know? I get jealous easily.”

“You don’t look like the jealous type.”

“Being good-looking has nothing to do with it.”

He said it with that confident grin of his, and Heeju frowned slightly, half exasperated.

“Who said you were good-looking?”

“You did. Heeju Ko.”

“When did I ever—”

“You said you only sleep with me because I’m good-looking.”

She might have said that once, but the fact that he remembered made her blink.

“Honestly, I’m f***ing grateful I was born handsome. My face is about the only decent thing I got from my parents, but now I finally appreciate it.”

Gukhyun flicked his tongue over her lips.

“Shame I’ve got no parents left to thank for it.”

“You’re an orphan?”

He licked again, slow and deliberate. His tongue was hot and smooth.

“So am I.”

“Guess two orphans make a good match, then.”

Heeju parted her lips, letting her tongue meet his. As if waiting for it, he deepened the kiss, crushing his tongue against hers and slipping inside. He kissed her painfully slow, teasing, their tongues tangled and slick. Then, still kissing her, Gukhyun straightened up from the sofa.

“Mm…”

It didn’t take long before a low moan slipped from her throat. Their bodies were pressed fully together, and each time their lips parted and met again, their breathing tangled, growing hotter and heavier.

Heeju had never known that a slow kiss could be just as intoxicating as a fierce one. The slow grind of his tongue against hers, the faint rasp she could feel with every movement, the way he kept her right on the edge without pushing further… It was maddening.

Her hips moved on their own, her toes curling inward. She suddenly realized Gukhyun still hadn’t even taken off his coat. It almost felt like he was doing it on purpose, and it made her a little annoyed.

“Mmh… yeah…”

Without thinking, Heeju began to move against him, rubbing her body along his. The hard bulge pressing between her thighs sent a rush of heat straight to her stomach.

“You’ve been drinking.”

Gukhyun pulled back just enough to taste his own lips with a flick of his tongue. Their mouths were slick with shared saliva, gleaming faintly. His eyes flicked toward the table where the bottle sat.

“Well, look at you. Whiskey, huh? My baby’s got expensive taste.”

“Why won’t this thing come off…”

Heeju ignored his teasing, fumbling impatiently with the front of his coat. It was easy enough to get her hands inside and pull it off his shoulders, but the sleeves caught around his thick arms, refusing to budge any further.

“Are you acting cute because you’re drunk? Trying to get me in bed?”

“So what if I am? You don’t want to?”

“That’s not it,” he said, his voice low and amused. “You’re just too d!2mn cute right now. Different from usual. I kinda like it.”

Raising his arms to make it easier for her, Gukhyun pressed a few light kisses to her lips as she tugged the coat free. She sighed, half annoyed, but let him kiss her anyway while she stripped the coat completely off. It slid from the sofa and onto the floor.

“If you’re okay with it,” he murmured against her mouth, “I’d keep myself buried inside you twenty-four hours a day.”