Seoha's POV
My nose…I can't smell anything.
I whimper quietly and rub my nose into the softness under me. Why is it wet? Wait…is this drool?
When I drool, it's only because my body has been drained.
I sit up as soon as I realize I'm back home and in Taesan's bed.
What's going on? Weren't we at Mountain Atelier and on his desk. My hands roam over my naked chest, it doesn't hurt much but my skin is tingling with the memory of the position I was in.
I pick up my phone to check the time. It's twelve p.m. on the next day!
I flop backwards into the bed with a groan. Why do I always pass out every time he knots me?
I'd always pass out and wake up hours later. But Taesan? That man goes about his day like he didn't ruin me.
My curious hand feels my bare ass and goddess, I can still feel the sting of his palm. I bet they are still red. He hit me really hard and I enjoyed it to the point of passing out.
