October, 4, 2017

Hyo Joo was tying her hair in a loose bun this minute. She was about to get ready to go out and wore already her jeans, a white loose blouse, and her sneakers, as she heard the doorbell. She was raising her eyebrows, confused about the time that someone would still come.

And then, with the hairband between her lips and the hands behind her head, fixing the bun she opened the door and let the hair fall.

“Hey.” He said and leaned against the doorframe. In his black sweater he looked ing hot. And she hated herself from being already now completely done.
“What are you doing here?” He grinned at this question and crossed his arms. .

“I thought I’d like to see my girlfriend?” he answered still grinning. Hyo Joo stepped from one foot to the other. “Oh.” She said then “I thought you were supposed to come-“

He cupped her face into his palms and kissed her. Longing. He was her in with every way he could. And Hyo Joo was too startled to react at all. Her moth opened and let him in, enjoying the taste of his tongue, the soft warm feeling of his mouth filling her with home.

His arms wrapped now around her, till the very edge. He pressed her to his chest and picked her up with that movement. In a moment of breathing he whispered “I missed you. So much” and placed his lips again on hers. “You’re back”, she said still unbelievingly and wrapped now her own arms around his neck. “Yes.” He whispered and kissed her again.

He carried her backwards to the bed and placed her softly there, bending over her immediately. She blushed at his hot body and pressed him closer to not seem to obvious, but his fingers her hair, his eyes consumed her face in every way. “Hey” he said again, and Hyo Joo was looking away. He kissed her cheek and then her jawline, till she moaned softly and pressed her face into his neck.

“I think I missed you…” she said and he pulled her close, so that they were lying against the pillows, and she had her head on his chest. All she needed was him, she realized. Whatever day it had been, however she felt. Happy, sad, nervous, or angry. She wanted him to be around. Hold her just like now. “Are you crying?” he said, looking rather worried. His thumb brushed the tear away that crawled down her face.

“I think… I missed you for real” she answered. He smiled at the tear that was still on his thumb and kissed her once more. Longer and sweeter now. “Well we have time, don’t we?” he said, and she bit her lips.

His eyes wandered down her body. He realized the jeans and the blouse, as he was doing that. “We have time, don’t we….” He said and raised an eyebrow, expecting.

She smiled now. “We do.” And he pulled his face down to her lips again.