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“I’m too tired.” I moan at Jyeon as he drags me along by the hand, fingers interlaced, yet he doesn’t care about my whining and protests. Dragging me into the OLO building at seven at night after we slept half the day. Despite being curled up in his arms in slumberland, I am not yet recovered because he hasn’t fed me due to the lack of food in his rarely used apartment. He admitted he eats out or with Bryant at work most days, and now I am starting to see his boat is more of a home.

“Baby, it’s only for a few minutes, then we can go take Greta some food and eat with her. I need to sign some papers before my secretary leaves. She said they need to be done tonight. We can pick up Bryant and have ourselves a cozy double date.”

He refused to leave me in the car in the parking garage, swearing he should be glued to my hip for the foreseeable future because he misses me when he’s not. I eyeroll at the side of his head, du