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He liked that shirt and those shorts on her just as he liked that dress on her last night. It almost seemed like she'd been dressed for him all along. Sehun quietly snickered at the thought.
There were a few scratches on his back, but he didn't mind. No pleasure came without pain.
Tonight was just almost as good as last night's. Their panting stuffed the air and he enjoyed the heat emanating from both their bodies. Namjoo squirmed under him with a few quiet moans here and there as she dug her head into her pillow. He followed suit to keep up with her lips.
Namjoo tried for control a few times, but he didn't like domination. He liked watching her breathe underneath him, her lips part in utter satisfaction, and her hands clutch onto the bed sheets. These little things told him she liked it and he liked it when she showed it.
As they moved around Sehun could feel her body become more inviting as her legs opened and closed around him. He had a strong liking for those fingers at his back and thought he felt a sense of comfort flowing through her into him. It was nice and warm as if she were hugging him.
Throughout the night as their bodies arched into each other's he wanted to know what it was she was thinking when he kissed her. And when she kissed him he felt a gentle kind of emotion come from her lips. Her soft kisses were comforting.
There was once in the middle of the night when he stole a look into her face drunk in ecstasy and liked that tingle of happiness resonating on her face. He sort of thought she looked like she enjoyed his company and it made him feel good. He felt wanted and it was all he'd been looking for.
Sehun felt a lonely shadow fall over him when he woke up in the middle of the night to see Namjoo's back facing him. He wanted her attention. He wanted the warmth of her arms as he'd felt earlier.
It was different and unlike the other women he'd slept with, who only sought pure satisfaction out of his body. They never held him like that, no one had.
Moving closer he dug his face into her now dried hair and took in a long whiff of her fresh scented hair. A smile lit his lips without meaning and he wrapped an arm around her before leaning against her back. When Namjoo moved he quickly shifted away. Upon hearing nothing he turned back to see that she was now lying on her back with her face turned away.
"I didn't mean it like that," Namjoo mumbled, "Jaeha, wait for me..."
Sehun eyed her and waited quietly for her to open her eyes or move again, but she didn't. Who had she been talking to? Or rather, who had she been talking about?
But he didn't care. It wasn't his business.
Slowly moving closer and keeping his eye on her, he slightly leaned against her thin shoulder and closed his eyes.
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The rising sun was shining in through her curtains when Namjoo awoke. Her body slightly ached and she first recalled that Jaeha had stopped by before feeling soft hair bristle against her shoulder. When she turned she saw Sehun sleeping on his side, leaning into her shoulder like a child.
Namjoo stared at him for a minute before gently pushing him away and got up.
The hot water pouring from the shower head pounded against her skin relaxingly. She listened to each drop slam against the ground and raised her head up to feel the water run against her face. Namjoo remained like that for a few minutes before heaving a sigh and lowered her head.
Her biggest worry right now was how she would face Jaeha again. She'd been so rude to him. For the first time in her life she felt shameful.
What was she going to do now?
