I pad out of Jyeon’s bathroom and into his bedroom, where he’s stretched out on the massive bed with one arm over his face after showering. I, too, have showered and dried my hair. I’m dressed in the spare clothes I brought with me, feeling a little less emotionally overwrought after taking some time to concentrate on a nothing task. My recovery capabilities these past two years have become almost superhuman.It's not even noon yet, but the shades in his penthouse apartment are closed to block the world out, and we agreed we both needed some downtime to process the craziness of the past couple of days. To stay here for the day, sleep, eat, talk. Greta agreed we should do this after I told her everything on the phone when I got out of the shower and cried a lot. It was surreal and painful to finally put a pin in the one thing that has plagued me all this time. She is as blown away as I am that my accident indeed was an accident, and Yoonah never

We kiss for only a few seconds, moving into heavy making out. My lips part further to accommodate him as he slides his tongue in to caress mine. Devouring me with restraint until I make an involuntary groan under my breath with how responsive my body is being. My hands slide up around his jaw to keep him close. I'm practically dragging him to me because I want him so badly I can barely contain it.It’s a combination of the low lighting, the being completely alone, everything we have shared and let out this past twenty-four heightening emotions. I feel like we have talked so much more than we ever did and cleared the air, built a deeper connection. Now we’re lying nose to nose on a bed and making out while barefoot, and I am very susceptible to how hard his abs are. How muscular and much bigger than me he is, as his hands roam over my ass and tugs me into what he has going on in his pants. He smells divine and feels even better.All reminders of Jyeon the lo

Jyeon makes love to me, eyes locked on mine, with occasional kisses as we move in unison and breathe it out together. I am panting, moaning, heating up where skin touches skin, and closing my eyes to savor the sensations. So in love with him and unable to control the soaring sense of utter adoration this is causing me to have at being this way with him. If I thought I was done for before, now I am completely hooked and have no chance of recovery.You can’t get any more intimate with someone than having him make love to you while staring deep into your soul. Removing all last traces and doubts about his feelings for me and healing parts I never thought were capable of being healed. Connected in all ways and finding the place I belong in his arms after years of feeling like half a person. My body is building towards a monumental climax as he lets go of one of my hands and slides his fingers between us to play with my clit.Jyeon hits home harder, putting more into

“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

“I promise, it’s different this time. Jyeon and I are starting over in our way and not letting OLO or anything pressure us. This is for us and nothing and no one else. The past is done; let’s just look to a future and all of us making ourselves happy.”“I wouldn’t let her do anything that made her miserable again. She’s not the girl she was, and Jyeon wants to make her happy.” Greta intervenes, showing support and giving mother reassurance. Mother seems to accept what we’re saying, gazing from Greta to me and blinking back damp misty eyes. She gently pats me on the arm before releasing me, watching me with narrowed eyes until she’s sure I am not bluffing. I smile at her as I slide into my seat.“You’re my daughter, no matter what. I had a long time to realize I wasn’t the best mother for you after ….. you know. It’s not like that anymore, and your happiness matters more to me tha