Steph couldn't help it. Even as Hong Gi held her, his mouth devouring hers and his arms providing her all the support she could ever want, she cried, letting the stress of the last two days wash away. She ran her hands over his head, wishing he'd grow his hair back out, so she had something to run her hands through. She almost stopped to ask him but pushed the thought away when one of his hands slid up her ribcage until his thumb brushed the underside of her breast. Her body responded immediately, and she arched against him, closing what little distance there was left between them.
Time stood still as they made up for the misunderstandings, the anger, the hurt feelings. Hong Gi stood up from the hard floor and pulled Steph to her feet. He led her to her bed, where he sat on the edge and dragged her to straddle his lap.
"My room is still trashed. Can I stay here tonight?"
Breathless, Steph answered, "Yes."
