The clinic had been tidied, their intimate moment fading into the memory of something warm and shared. Seo-yeon dressed again in one of Joon-ho's oversized shirts—fresh from the laundry this time, with a scent that was clean and distinctly his. The length fell to mid-thigh, just covering her ass, while the thin fabric did little to conceal her body. Her nipples, still sensitive from their earlier activities, pressed firmly against the material, visible peaks that drew the eye.
Yurin had already adjusted her own clothing, smoothing her uniform into place, though the intimate atmosphere between them remained. Together, they ascended the stairs to the upper level, leaving the quiet sanctuary of the clinic behind.
