The sofa had served its purpose, but Joon-ho had no intention of stopping there. He stood with Yurin still wrapped around his waist, her legs locking behind his back, her arms around his neck. She weighed nothing in his arms, and the strength he'd cultivated through years of physical training made moving her effortless.
"Bedroom." The word was a command, not a suggestion.
Yurin nodded against his neck, her lips pressing kisses to the skin there. "Yes… please…"
The master bedroom was equally impressive as the rest of the penthouse, with a bed that could comfortably accommodate four people, covered in crisp white sheets and piled with plush pillows. Joon-ho carried her across the threshold and deposited her onto the mattress, following her down before she could fully register the change in position.
