YIREN
I woke up to sunlight streaming through the hospital window, flooding the room in warm, golden light.
I don't even remember where I was—everything seemed so peaceful. I stretch, or at least try to—wait. Are my arms… trapped? And there's someone breathing on my neck? My heart nearly leapt out of my chest.
Jun.
He's spooning me from behind, his inked arm draped casually across my stomach like it belongs there. Oh, holy hell. His other hand is… cupping my breast.
If he wakes up, I'll never hear the end of it. His smug face would haunt me for the rest of my life.
But… let's take a moment here. It actually felt… nice? Warm, secure, wrapped up in his strong arms. I never let any of my flings cuddle me—this was a first. And it was kind of... comforting. Like I was tucked safely into a place I didn't know I needed.
