YIREN
A swarm of butterflies stirs in my stomach as Jun settles between my legs. He smells... so good, like he's carrying his own irresistible cologne beneath the herbal oil I've just massaged into his shoulder. I press play, but my attention isn't on The Lion King. Not even close. I press my fingers deeper into his muscles, and when he groans, a shiver rolls through me, my pulse quickening.
