Decoupled • KTH ✔

Chapter 25

Taehyung

I wake up hearing the rustling sound of the bedsheets that our naked bodies are tangled up in. The weight of Maya's head on my chest, her calm and steady breath fanning my skin, her dark hair splayed all over my arm and chest, our legs tangled—this must be a dream.

Using my fingers, I gently move aside the hair that has fallen over her beautiful face, bringing my hand to softly stroke the smooth skin of her bare back and allowing the reality of the moment to sink in. The touch makes her shuffle a bit in her sleep, but she doesn't wake up.

My gaze floats to the windows, and I notice the faint glow of morning light filtering in through the dense curtains reaching from ceiling to floor. The good thing about today is that it's a Saturday, and neither of us is expected to go to work.

Wrapping my arms around Maya's body, I kiss the top of her head and smile to myself when she squirms a little.

Last night was magical, and it will forever remain deeply engraved in my memory. Maya and I made love, and we confessed to each other, and just mentally revisiting those moments is making my heart race wildly.

I really hope she doesn't regret anything later because I know I won't. We never really talked in detail about anything, yet her eyes didn't show even a subtle hint of doubt in them when we did everything to each other last night.

What comes next is something that gets me worried all the time, and even now I have my own worries.

What if she wakes up regretting everything? What if one day Maya feels that she deserves more and better than someone like me? I mean, if I dared to share my life with someone other than my wife of seven years, then it is only natural for Maya to think that I might do the same to her some day.

But I won't. I would never do that.

And no matter what I say, she would still not be able to accept it, that is, if she begins doubting me that I might move on from her.

I never did, and I never will.

I really hope and pray that day never arrives because I don't want to lose her, not after life has given her back to me after all these years, and definitely not after I've found my happiness and comfort in her.

"What time is it?" Maya's sleepy voice breaks me out of my thoughts.

"I have no idea," my own voice sounds hoarse and rough.

I thread my fingers through the thicket of her lustrous hair and drag them to the ends, allowing my fingers to bask in the rich smoothness of her gorgeous locks.

Clinging on tighter to me and pressing her breasts to my side, Maya throws a leg over my legs and snuggles up warmly.

"Did you sleep well, TaeTae?" Her tender lips meet my chest in a little, warm kiss.

"I did. The best sleep in so long. How did you sleep?"

Maya's eyes lift to look at me, the corners of her lips lifting into a pretty smile as she nods slowly.

"I slept really well. You're so warm and cuddly," she breathes out and buries her head against my chest, her soft hand caressing my stomach in gentle strokes.

I clear my throat, holding her closer to me.
"Maya, I know you just woke up. But can I ask you something?" My voice deepens, and it makes her wriggle and crawl over to the pillow by my side.

"Anything," her hand traces the curve of my jaw and trails down to my chest, resting where my heart beats against her palm.

"I know it's too much to ask of you...but do you trust me?" I ask her; uncertainty lacing my tone.