Book 2: The Seventeen Heirs Series; Jeon Wonwoo (SEVENTEEN FANFIC)

50: UNABRIGED

WARNING: STRICT PARENTAL GUIDANCE IS ADVICED.

LEANNE AIANNE'S POV

Hours later, my slumberous eyes opened and found myself lying across a warm broad chest.

Wonwoo . . .

His arms were wrapped around me, holding me very close against him; as if he was afraid he would wake up and find me gone. I tightened my embraced on him and snuggled onto his neck, silently telling him I won't go anywhere now. Not ever.

I smiled from the heaviness settling in my heart — heaviness from the kind of peace and satisfaction that I'd never felt before.

"You're awake."

My heart thumped from the sound of his voice, hoarse from sleep. It made me wonder why I still have that reaction even after that soul-shattering, mind-blowing passion we shared just now.

"Mmm . . ." I mumbled.

I sighed heavenly when I felt his hand started to move lazily up and down my spine, his fingers were barely touching my skin but enough to set off tiny explosions in my nerves. I could feel the tiny hairs on my neck stood up.

I could get use to this, waking up every morning like this. Him, beside me. His arms wrapped around me. My body humming at how good it felt to have every inch of my body pressed intimately into him. I won't be able to leave this bed.

The light outside the windows was changing. It was not quite sunset but the end of the day had come. But I don't mind. As far as my stay prolongs here, I'm still check-in in this hotel until next week.

"How's your sleep?" I asked, my finger tracing invisible circles on his chest.

"Good, since four days ago. I haven't slept properly looking for you . . ."

I frowned because of my own conscience. "Sorry . . ." I murmured.

"It's okay . . . going after you was worth the head ache, the struggle, and the sleepless nights."

I frowned even more. "You're just making me feel worse."

His chest moved because of his laugh. "I wasn't trying to make you feel bad. But if you really want to make up for me, then let's start with your swimming lesson."

I looked at him surprised. "Seriously?"

He opened his eyes to look at me. "We will spend our honeymoon on an island. I want to teach you how to surf, but you need to learn how to swim first."

"You surf?"

He grinned. "Your husband surfs, my sexy wife."

"You're into many things lately."

"Well, I had to do something since I stopped racing."

He still won't return to racing? His phobia . . . does it stretch to cars? But it's not. He drives his own car.

Giving into curiosity, I asked him softly. "Won . . . Why aren't you going to return?"

He took a minute to answer, almost long enough for me to think he wouldn't. But then he said. "I guess I won't be racing anytime soon . . . but I still can't turn my back on it completely. It's still a part of me. And that won't change."

Our eyes met, and I recognized the hurt in the depths of his gaze.

"What happened?" I found myself asking. "In that accident? You never really told me about your phobia? The accident."

Wonwoo's hand stilled in its hypnotic motion up and down my back. I felt the initial tension in his body, and then slowly, he took a deep breath, his chest moving beneath my cheek.