The first thing Hye-rin saw when she opened her eyes was sunlight spilling across her room — soft, golden, and far too calm for the storm of yesterday.
For a moment, she just lay there, blinking at the familiar ceiling. Her room. His house.
Somehow, she'd ended up back here after everything — the conference, the flashing lights, the weight of Joon-hyuk's hand on hers as he'd led her away from the chaos.
She sat up slowly, brushing her hair back. The jacket draped over her chair caught her eye — his jacket — the one he'd put around her shoulders last night.
Her heart did that traitorous flutter again.
With a sigh, she reached for her phone on the bedside table. Dead battery. Great.
She got out of bed, tugging on a loose cardigan, and padded barefoot toward the living room in search of a charger.
The apartment was quiet, except for the faint sound of someone moving in the kitchen.
The smell of coffee filled the air — strong, dark, expensive.
Of course he was awake.
