I still felt a little uneasy. I sat on the couch, trying to smooth out my wrinkled dress. Lim talking on the phone about something, standing at the window and not taking his hungry eyes off me. He only pulled on his pants, not bothering to fasten a button, and in the subdued light, his naked torso gave rise to a desire to touch him in order to realize his reality. Unconsciously, I swallowed, which caused a self-satisfied male chuckle.

You can't pretend with me. Little one, how did you manage to get me out?

"Do you remember?" I held out my hand and he crossed the room to intertwine...