Mr. Lee

25. Cuddles

You felt warm.

A magical familiar and homely scent made you feel at home.

Two large muscular arms were wrapped around you, keeping you safe.

For a moment you felt like you were living in a blissful dream.

Then a splitting headache came rushing in, ruining everything.

You groaned and opened your eyes.

For a moment you were completely disoriented, not recognizing the room you were in.

Blinking painfully against the harsh light entering the room, you tried to sharpen your vision.

It took a while before you finally recognized it.

You were in Mr. Lee's bedroom.

You turned your head to the other side.

A most angelic face belonged with the arms that were holding you protectively.

Long dark lashes decorated closed eyes.

Full straight eyebrows that were slightly frowned, as in a dream.

A straight nose bridge that ended in a soft rounded tip.

Full lips with a defined cupid's bow that looked soft and plush.

You put out your hand, stroking your finger over his lips.

The man twitched a little and his eyes opened.

He blinked a few times as well against the harsh light.

Then, when noticing you, he smiled.

'Goodmorning my dear,' Mr. Lee spoke in a soft voice.

'Goodmorning Oppa,' you mumbled back automatically.

Mr. Lee pulled you closer into his arms. His bare chest warming you.

'Did you sleep well?' He asked after planting a kiss on your forehead.

You nodded shyly.

'You?' you asked him, looking up at his face.

'Eventually, yes,' Mr. Lee chuckled. You raised your eyebrows at him.

'You kept tossing and turning for the first few hours, mumbling in your sleep. It finally stopped when I took you in my arms,' he explained.

'What did I mumble?' You asked feeling embarrassed.

'Not sure, it was mostly incoherent. Couldn't really make any words out of it,' Mr. Lee said shaking his head thoughtfully. 

Thank god.

'What happened last night?' You asked trying to think about the last few hours of the previous night which was made difficult by your headache.

Mr. Lee laughed softly, cuddling you up against his chest.

'You... had a little too much to drink,' Mr. Lee began.

In a haze, you remembered the glasses of champagne you had drunk.

Right.

'You also got quite cross with me for some reason,' Mr. Lee said.

Flashes of Mr.Lee walking and talking with his ex came back to you.

'Then you insisted on going to some little shit's party,' Mr. Lee said.

And that's when everything came flooding back.

The dancing.

The abduction.