Chapter 85. Confusions

Yonghwa was not prepared with what he came home to.

Seohyun was where she told him she would be but he wasn’t expecting to see her this way— she was on all fours, arms and legs spread wide, palms firmly planted on the wooden floor like her feet and her bottom pointed upwards. She was breathing heavily, exhaling through her puckered lips but her eyes were closed so she had no idea that he had been watching her. If it wasn’t enough to make his crotch hurt, she was also wearing a white shirt too loose for her frame that her green sports bra gave him a pretty nice peek at her milky white cleavage. To top it all, she had those black yoga pants that were tight enough to give him a good glimpse of those strong muscles. That only translated in his dirty mind that she would be able to keep up with him— bent and flexed.

After a few minutes, she slowly took steps back until her whole frame stretched parallel to the floor. She repeated the breathing thing she did for a couple more until she carefully sat on her bottom facing away from him.

It was then Yonghwa decided to announce his arrival with a whistle, “What a view that was….”

She laughed turning to him, “Hey, you…”

Placing his mug on the side the table by the deck lounge, he took a few steps towards her and offered his hand when she started to rise. The moment she was already on her feet smiling up at him, it blew his mind how this simple smile made his chest throb in a way that he never felt before. “Hey,” he spoke softly while resting both hands on the curves of her hips, “I didn’t know you do yoga…”

“Just some stretches…” Seohyun shrugged, eyes dancing in amusement as he dragged his bottom lip between his teeth.

Leaning to her, he planted tiny kisses on her neck just below her left ear. “Looking good though…” he murmured grinning when she jerked a little.

“You smell though,” Seohyun squirmed when his kisses turned into little then giggled when his fingers deliberately pushed on her waist. Placing both palms on his chest, she pushed him lightly but he didn’t badge.

“Oh come on,” he chuckled meeting her amused expression, “You should be telling me how y I am, I’m practically oozing with pheromones with all the manly sweat.”

She made face, exaggerating that scrunch on her nose, “You’re y all right, but you need a shower, Oppa.”

“Seriously?” He retorted barely insulted but didn’t show it.

Seohyun laughed shaking her head. With a slightly softer tone, she ran her hands on his biceps— almost patronizingly, “No, you just smell sweaty and I’m sure you’d feel refreshed after a shower.”

The gentle way she ran her fingers took him a great deal of strength not to haul her in his shoulder caveman style and take her inside— all pun intended.  It didn’t help too that her eyes were following the movements of her hand on his skin. But right this moment, all he could do was to take a step back, feigning dismay, “Are you saying that to make me feel better?”

“Fine…” she mumbled tearing her gaze of him.

By the way she looked Yonghwa could tell that she bought his little joke so he tucked a finger under her chin that she managed to look at him again. Leaning close, he brushed his lips on hers and smiled when she sighed on his lips, “Arasso, Seohyun-ssi, I’m off to shower. Join me?”

Finally, she let out a small chuckle but shook her head, “Nah, I’m not done yet. But just be quick?”

Yonghwa grinned liking what she said— as if she also didn’t want to be away from him for too long. Running his fingers on the strands of hair that strayed away from her ponytail, he nodded, “I will…”

He had been having a crazy almost twenty four hours. From the excitement of finally finally feasting on what he had only been given small bites before. But before he could even enjoy it, his crazy brain brought this unbelievable thought out in the surface. Although Jonghyun had given him this little ray of sunshine, there was still that bigger possibility that he could be wrong. If he was, that would only mean he had been being unfair and unfaithful to Seohyun somehow. It was very wrong to think of another woman while he was with her and he would definitely would not forgive himself.

But these thoughts vanished when he felts this overwhelming warmth that ran through his body. When he turned towards the misty door of the shower, he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips. There, Seohyun was standing outside the shower, her skin glowing—almost ethereal. His breathing hitched once he slide the door open then reached out for her hand. The way she was looking at him mirrored the ache that ran through every inch of his being. “Come here…” his voice reverberated through the whole space. And once Seohyun stepped in in front of him, he led her under the shower and adjusted the flow of the water.

When he curved his hand on her neck, she leaned against him like she needed him to keep her on her feet. It might as well be and he was all too willing to take on that job. To be needed by this woman almost took his breath away. Yonghwa kissed her temple, her cheek, until she shifted that he easily fitted his lips against her half-parted one. Tasting her again since this early morning was a treat for him that it felt like rehydrating after his long run. Seohyun moaned when his hands ran on her sides, down to her back, cupping her rear. He lifted her up with her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms on her shoulders, and her lips still glued to his.

Seohyun squealed when he bounced her a couple of times in his arms and they both ended up laughing as he let her slide off his body. After a few more hungry kisses and rowdy caresses, they took turns soaping and washing each other which they didn’t really take seriously since most they did was to steal touches and kisses. Seohyun coaxed him towards where the water poured and told him that she would wash his hair.

Yonghwa chuckled, “Can’t remember the last time someone washed my hair.” She grunted but didn’t say anything more yet he felt the pressure on her touch. Giving her a side glance, he asked, “What?”

“Nothing,” she shrugged but he raised a brow at her that she sighed then murmured, “Thought I’d be the first one to do this…”

“Oh, this whole shower thing?” He retorted standing up straighter and cupping her cheek, “Baby, I thought we were only talking about the shampoo in my hair, which I usually have along with a haircut at the hair salon…” When Seohyun didn’t even look at him and reacted to that, he brushed his lips on her forehead and groaned, “You’re the first, okay? And I’d give everything for you to be the last…”

If it was a declaration of something, Yonghwa decided to figure it out later and just focus on the smile she was fighting to conceal. Kissing her again— on the lips this time, he murmured, “You’re turn. And I definitely hope I’ll be the first guy doing this…”

And to be fair, this definitely was the first time he would be doing this for someone.

For Yonghwa, doing this to her was one of those things that he would do only for her. It was a nice experience of touching her this way, trying so hard to be gentle yet with enough pressure to actually let her feel his touch. The icing for him was those moments she would moan and tell him how good it felt. It took him a good deal of self-control to get the job done without getting distracted by everything that could lead to her pressed on the wall with him inside her making her moan but from a very different reason.

It probably took only a few minutes, although his blue balls had a different opinion, but Yonghwa managed to rinse her clean in no time. They took turns drying each other he couldn’t believe how patient he could set himself to be. He was careful not to start with her again knowing that he took her pretty hard just a few hours ago and she should still be sore. He didn’t want to overwhelm her body— not too worried about overwhelming her because he was damn sure Seohyun wanted him, wanted this too.

Once they managed to get out of the shower and into the adjoining room, he somehow lamented seeing her put on her underwear but stopped her midway when Seohyun grabbed another one of his old T-shirts. “No, you’re not wearing that…” Yonghwa pointed at her and she turned to him with a brow raised but amused by the suddenness.

“What do you have in mind?” She asked but all he did was to move to her side and pulled one yellow sundress and handed to her.

“This one,” he only said as he moved away and put on his own shirt but before he could leave the room he turned to her with a smirk, “And lose the ”

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