Chapter 12

“Yunho Oppa.” She murmured, against her lips while she was taking some air into her lungs almost desperately when they successfully reached the surface.

His name somehow appeared as a mere endearment spoken in a soft language. While his ear ache for his own name coming out of , his eyes were attached to hers & both of their pair of eyes was glossy. He smiled at her breathlessly. He was out of breath but pitifully, it’s not because of the lack of air but the reason that stood behind his gasping was her. She was too closed to him as she was clinging onto him for maintenance of her energy & balance & her pajama was somehow wrapped around her as if it’s made to be her second skin, “Oppa.” She sighed & placed her head onto his chest heavily. Profound as he is, he allowed her to rest there, floating along with him in their tiny, exotic world.

“Yeah?” He grinned, knowing that she’s vulnerable at the moment.

How he wish he could attend to his devilish thought that’s ordering him to take her by surprises again, & plunge them deep into the pool, right onto the bottom of the pool with her, yet again, when they finally had their meals of air & ripped her disturbingly pajama off of her delicate skin before making mad, gentle & passionate love to her.

He chuckled to himself. Fantasizing such things is a little bit too much. He knows that he has to restrain himself, no matter what. He knows himself too well to betray his own beliefs & principal which is, he’s not to make love to any woman by his side unless he’s certain that he belongs to her as she belongs to him & he will only touch her when she’s totally & sincerely in love with him.

“I’m exhausted.” She mumbled, almost inaudibly.

“You know, honey, I could have made you more exhausted back then.” He whispered impishly, & pulled her closer to him, gripping her tenderly.

“What?” She blushed & looked up at him. His reply was to as usual.

“I could have made love to you a moment ago. I have been a very good boy, haven’t I? I restraint myself back there.” He whispered impishly, while she pushed him away from her bashfully.

“You aren’t serious, are you?” She asked.

“Making love isn’t something I pick as a subject to joke about, honey.” He grinned & chuckled silently.

“You wouldn’t have done it, would you?” She whispered, turning panicky, not knowing whether she should be imaginative & imagined the possibilities on what could have happened or not. She’s too shocked with his funny look at the moment.

“I would have, trust me & trust me that I’m so serious. I’m as serious as you when you wanted to pull my mask off my face again.” He laughed.

“Yo