"Yes. Please yes."
He unbuttoned it slowly. One button at a time. Watching her face.
She was breathing faster. Chest rising and falling.
The shirt fell open.
No bra underneath.
Haejin's brain completely stopped working.
"You okay?" she asked. Amused.
"I... yeah. Just... give me a second."
"Take your time."
He didn't take his time. He kissed her collarbone. Her chest. Paid attention to the sounds she made. The way her breath caught when he touched certain places.
"Haejin..."
"Mm?"
"The pants. The pajama pants. They're..."
He looked down. She was right. Still wearing them.
"That does seem unfair," he said.
"Very unfair."
He hooked his fingers in the waistband. Looked at her for permission.
She lifted her hips in response.
He slid them off. Slowly.
No underwear either.
'She planned this. She absolutely planned this.'
The thought made something hot coil in his stomach.
And he was already hard. But somehow got harder.
"You're staring again," she said.
