She shifted on the bed as the sunlight trespasses through the window. Her face frowned because of the brightness. Oh, she forgot to drawn the curtains last night. She stirred a little more, and realized an arm was still around her waist while the other was pinned by propping her weight as an arm pillow for her all night long. She wondered whether his hand was going to feel numb because of its stiff position and moreover because of her head weight. But she didn’t dare to pull out and wake him up. Thus, she stayed still and stared at the stunning view in front of her.

Looking at his fairness, she couldn’t help but to run her finger through his face lining its shape and admiring at his perfection. Her fingertip went south and stopped at his bare chest. That’s when she realized that they were still and her heart fluttered by the memory of last night. The flowers, kisses, the touches, and the loving words he confessed to her—she remembered them all and felt shy all of sudden by their current position. It wasn’t they first, practically. But it was their first voluntary attempt without any outsider’s intervention nor coercion at all.

She looked back at his face, admiring him even more. She could hardly believe that they have had another valuable night. She could hardly believe that this ignorant yet talk less man could be so romantic and capable to seduce her with some kind of sweet words and sweet temptation. She could hardly believe that they were making love all the night long. She could hardly believe that this stunning man was her. He was her, and she wanted to declare that she was him and that she loved him as well.

Now, she was really sure about her feeling toward her arranged-marriage husband. Before, she felt that it only her one-sided feeling after all. Before, she was wondering whether their feeling was ingenuous as they were forcing their feeling for this game of marriage thingy. They have already confessed to each other though. But now she realized it even more as their attempt of making love last night were all real and true. She didn’t want to expect anything at the beginning, but now all she wanted was only to be always with him for the rest of her life time.

It was better if she could stayed longer on that position admiring at her man but then a phone rang disturbing the silence.

He stirred because of the familiar sound of his own phone. He frowned as he tried to open his eyelid for the first time and got the same effect of the intense brightness as Eunji had just minutes before. He groaned and tried to cover his eyes. She chuckled at his groan and he automatically looked down at her and smiled. “Morning, jagiyah,” Kim Sunggyu whispered in his sleepy voice. She left a peck on his lips as the respond, widening his smile.

“Where’s my phone?” he murmured while searching on the phone ringing as he pulled out from her and tried to prop his body to the headboard of the bed and didn’t find the phone at its usual place on either the nightstands beside him and her. He then rubbed his eyes to slap away his sleep.

She followed him to sit on and looked around searching for his phone as well. “Where did you put it the latest?” she asked for hint.

“Um—in my pants’ pocket, I guess…,” his gaze run through the mess on the floor around their bed they’ve made last night and couldn’t help but blushed for the reminding of what happened last night. He cleared his throat and made his way to take his pants from the floor then he dove in to the pocket to take his still ringing phone, wondering who was making a call this early morning.

He frowned at the name that was making a call to him. It was Soyou.

“Who’s that, Oppa?” Eunji asked while she was tugging her nightrobe on her body and tied her hair into a high ponytail.

“Oh, no one,” he automatically lied for no reason and rejected her call. As he checked some other notification in his phone, he found out that there was also a message from her.

‘Oppa, I’m not lying nor joking about what I’ve told you last night. I’m sober enough to tell you that ‘I still love you’ and I wa