Chapter 1

It’s 7.30 in the morning when I open my eyes the next day. The sun is glaring its light into the room through the small slit between the curtains. Something heavy is draped over my waist as I lay on my side. The warm big hand cups the swell of my stomach. A chest is pressed against my equally . I vaguely remember what happened last night.

Crap! We had again.

Slowly, I try to unwrap myself from Yunho. But his arm is iron band around me. He tightens his hold as he stirs in his sleep.

“Good morning, baby.”

His y morning voice rumbles against my shoulder. His breath feels warm on my neck that it makes me shudder.

“Good morning for you too.” I say half-heartedly. “I really need to go to bathroom. And you don’t want to late for work.” I hold his hand in mine in attempt to rise from bed.

“Was I too rough last night?” He asks behind me.

Gah! Talk about modesty. I don’t care if he rough or slow or in between. I just don’t want to face him in the morning. “It’s okay. My bladder is bugging me.”

“Baby, Yuri –”

I jump to my feet before he can pull me into bed again. Bare-assed, I walk to the bathroom ignoring the tingling sensation on my spine.

“In a minute, kay?” I flash my smile before closing the door.

To be honest, I feel sore all over. My body is so sensitive that I’m sure clothes will feel uncomfortable. Damn that husband of mine. What is he? A machine? As I stare at my reflection, I notice how deep red my s are. They look well-used and feel overly sensitive.

“Yuri?” He knocks on the door.

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

I blink at the door. “Sure.” Why I always let him has his way with me so easily, I never know.

When the door opened, I see Yunho has his boxer on. His hair is a mess because of my hands. I flush bright red as I look away from his knowing smile. Realize a