The night at Haein's family-owned motel went very uneventfully.
By this time I half suspected it, but it was nevertheless both disappointing and endearing.
Despite her usually having the demeanor of a classic womanizer more fitting to movies from decades or even a century ago, I found that she was exceptionally shy and passive when things started to cross a certain line of intimacy.
So in the end, we ended up sleeping literally just holding hands while lying on the big round bed with mirrors on the ceiling.
There were mad moments of wanton temptations for me to pounce on her in the middle of the night, but at the same time, this was the first time I 'slept' with Haein only in the literal sense.
There was something very sweet and wholesomely pure about the experience, and her content and unexpectedly child-like sleeping face I got to study was worth holding myself back for.
