𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒆

[45]

The early morning light seeped through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. The white bedsheets were tangled around their bodies, a silent witness to the night before.

Namra stirred first, shifting slightly under the warmth of the blanket. She felt the heat beside her before she even opened her eyes. Sooheon’s arm was draped lazily over her waist, his grip loose but firm enough to keep her close.

She blinked slowly, her gaze adjusting to the golden hue of morning. The feeling of his skin against hers was almost intoxicating—the contrast between her own soft fabric and the warmth of his bare skin made her shiver slightly.

A chuckle rumbled from behind her. "You’re awake?"

Namra turned her head slightly, meeting Sooheon’s half-lidded gaze. His hair was tousled from sleep, a few strands falling messily over his forehead. He looked… content. More than that, he looked at home.

"You’re staring again," she murmured, her voice still laced with sleep.

He grinned, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns on the exposed skin of her back. "Can you blame me?"

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile that tugged at her lips.

Sooheon shifted, propping himself up on one elbow while his other hand slipped around her waist, pulling her closer. The blanket slipped slightly, exposing more of his bare chest. Their skin brushed, and Namra inhaled softly.

"You’re warm," she muttered.

"You’re tiny," he countered, smirking.

She huffed. "I am not."

Sooheon chuckled before his hand slid under the blanket, his palm resting against the curve of her waist. He didn’t do anything—just held her, grounding her against him.

Namra bit her lip. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" His voice was teasing, yet there was something deeper beneath it.

"Like you want to kiss me again," she murmured.

His smirk widened. "I always want to kiss you."

She rolled onto her back, stretching her arms above her head. Sooheon’s eyes darkened slightly at the sight—the way her camisole barely covered her, how the thin straps rested delicately on her shoulders.

"You should wear my clothes more often," he muttered.

She raised an eyebrow. "This isn’t yours."

"It should be." His fingers toyed with the hem of her top, brushing against her skin.

Namra sighed dramatically. "You just want an excuse to see me in your hoodies again."

"Not an excuse, just a preference," he said smoothly, leaning in to press a slow kiss to her shoulder.

Namra’s breath hitched.

Sooheon smirked against her skin, clearly enjoying the effect he had on her. "So… should we get up?"

She sighed, eyes fluttering closed. "Five more minutes."

His arms tightened around her. "Take all the time you need."

And with that, the world outside ceased to exist—just for a little while longer.

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The first rays of the morning sun painted the room in golden hues, spilling through the sheer curtains in soft streaks. Namra stirred against the plush pillows, her lashes fluttering as she blinked awake. Sooheon’s arm was still draped over her waist, his warmth radiating through the thin fabric of her camisole. He was deep in sleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, his face relaxed and peaceful.

A small smile tugged at her lips.

Carefully, she lifted his arm off her and slid out of bed, her bare feet touching the cool floor. She stretched, rolling her shoulders before making her way to his closet.

Namra picked out a delicate slip dress—a soft pink color with a dainty floral print. The thin spaghetti straps sat gently on her shoulders, and the sweetheart neckline hugged her frame in a romantic, vintage way. It flowed down her body like water, light and airy against her skin.

She tied her hair into a messy bun and padded to the bathroom.

The warm water cascaded over her body as she let the night’s remnants wash away. The scent of Sooheon’s body wash—something fresh and woodsy—lingered in the air, mixing with the subtle floral scent of her shampoo. She took her time, letting the steam relax her muscles before stepping out and wrapping herself in a towel.

After drying her hair and slipping back into the soft slip dress, she made her way back to the bedroom. Sooheon was still asleep, one arm over his forehead, the blanket barely covering his torso. His messy black hair and the way his lips parted slightly made him look boyish—nothing like the teasing, sharp-tongued guy she knew when he was awake.

Namra leaned down, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

"Sooheon," she whispered.

No reaction.

She sighed and poked his cheek. "Wake up."

Still nothing.

Rolling her eyes, she leaned in closer, her lips near his ear.

"If you don’t wake up, I’ll eat breakfast without you."

Sooheon groaned, shifting slightly but still refusing to open his eyes. "Five more minutes."

Namra crossed her arms. "That’s what you said last night, and we ended up staying in bed for hours."

At that, one of his eyes cracked open, a lazy grin forming on his lips. "Not my fault you’re so warm to cuddle."

She huffed. "Get up."

He stretched, his muscles flexing slightly under the morning light. "Give me a reason to."

Namra narrowed her eyes before smirking. She grabbed the blanket and yanked it off him.

"Namra!" he groaned, burying his face in the pillow.

She laughed, stepping back. "Shower. Now."

Sooheon peeked up at her, eyes still heavy with sleep. Then his gaze flickered over her outfit, and his lips twitched. "You look pretty."

She rolled her eyes but felt warmth creep up her neck. "And you look like someone who needs to wake up."

Sooheon chuckled, finally sitting up. "Fine, fine. But only because you asked so sweetly."

She shook her head as he got out of bed and stretched.

The day had barely begun, but with him, she already knew it was going to be full of trouble.

A/N
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