His scattered hair fell across his face, his torso, cigarette stayed between his lips as he smoked.

I didn't know Sihwa smoked.

His right knee raises up to his chest on the bed. He wore only a white towel wrapped around his waist, appearing almost naked. His left hand moved up to his cigarette as he smoked.

The reflection from the moonlight kissed his body. He looked manly and hot with those earrings on him. He looked over at me and the whiff of his smoke flowed out of his nose.

Those soft eyes gazing at me. How sexy he looked and how beautiful he was. Then the last time...