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Chapter 23

*I dedicated this chapter to eunoia_wabisabi from twitter*
Thank you for creating photo edits for this book, Darl!

Junkyu POV

To wake up next to the person I consider as the love of my life was something I've never thought going to happen after Haruto left me six years ago. Don't get me wrong, I won't be naïve, yes, I probably gonna get married someday and share my bed with my partner, whoever that person is.

We probably going to exchange a good night kiss, waking up while hugging each other, feeling happy to see each other smiles early in the morning, and singing praises and love words before we leave the bed. But I can't deny it would still feel different.

I probably won't find excuses to stay in bed longer than I should just to admire their face. I probably won't think a bolster as my enemy in bed because they prefer to hug it rather than hug me. Or, I probably won't shoot a glare at a comforter just because they prefer to seek warmth from it instead from my own body.

Those silly little things, I don't think I would do it to anyone other than the love of my life, as cheesy as it sounds. But well, here I am, waking up next to him, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine, wearing the same clothes we wore when we were born.

I trailed my index finger over his upper arm, feeling every curve of muscles he had built over the years as he engulfed me tight into his chest. I don't remember him have this kind of muscles. It seemed like he hit gym too.

I bury my face on his pecs, nuzzled my nose and inhaled his natural scents deeply. I missed this, I missed his morning scents filling my nose and drown my mind into a safe comforting space. And I couldn't help myself but to sighed in contentment.

"Good morning, my angel." He greeted with his heavy croaked voice.

I threw my head back to see his face. He looked down at me with one eye open and the other still closed against the pillow. Even in half awake, he looked as handsome as ever. Back when we were in uni, I used to think it was unfair for him to look handsome when he just woke up. But what do I know, he even look way more handsome now in his mature form.

Noticing I scanned his face shamelessly, a small smile appeared on his face, almost like a teasing smirk and it make me blush. My head went down to hide my flushed face on his chest. "Good morning." I mumbled.

He chuckled in amusement. "I could get used to waking up like this." He said as his arms squeezed me tighter. "How are you feeling, babe?"

"Sore." I answered. Now that he asked about it, I couldn't ignore the pain I felt all over my body, especially my bottom part.

Our activity last night didn't end inside the car. We did it again as soon we reached my house, for I don't know how many times, I lost count. We had sex like we won't see tomorrow and we only stop when we both passed out on the bed.

"I'm sorry." He said. He kissed my crown and gave me a soothing stroke on my hair and I instantly snuggled further into his chest, unwilling to let him go anytime soon.

He lifted his leg up and placed it over my thigh, locking me like I'm a pile of fluffy, puffy blanket. I shifted slightly into him but he stopped me. "Don't move." He said.

"Huh? Wayo?"

He cleared his throat. "I have morning boner." He said sheepishly.

I pulled myself away and look down to his crotch. His manhood indeed stood at its glory against my stomach. I couldn't help but to laugh out loud. "Ya! Pervert!" I looked up to his face and I slapped his bare chest.