Soorin woke to sunlight stabbing through curtains she'd forgotten to close.
Her body ached.
Not bad aching. Good aching.
The kind that reminded her of exactly what she'd done earlier.
She blinked against the brightness. Sheets tangled around her legs. The pillow smelled like expensive cologne and sex.
And Haejin was right there.
Sprawled beside her. One arm flung over her waist. Face peaceful in sleep. Dark hair messy against white pillows.
She just stared at him for a moment.
This beautiful, complicated man who'd been both her nightmare and her unexpected whatever-this-was.
His chest rose and fell. Steady. Calm.
So different from the controlled perfection he showed the world.
'What the hell did we do?'
Reality hit like cold water.
The NDA she'd signed. The fake relationship with Yura. Manager Park's fury last night. The cameras at the club.
'What if there were cameras in the hallway? What if someone saw him come in? What if—'
Stop.
She was spiraling.
