Steam gathered on the shower glass, beads of water tracing lazy paths down to where Ji-hye's hands pressed flat—palms spread, breath fogging the surface with every shaky exhale. The air was thick and heavy with heat, the steady thrum of water muffling the world beyond, making it feel as if the only things that existed were the curve of her body, the gentle command of Joon-ho's touch, and the hungry pull building between them.
He was behind her, chest pressed to her back, heartbeat a slow thunder she felt with every breath. One hand slid up her arm, tracing the slick muscle from elbow to shoulder, the other cupping her waist, thumb stroking in slow, grounding circles just above her hipbone. He kissed the spot where her neck met her shoulder—a soft, lingering press of lips that promised tenderness and heat in equal measure.
