Cha Eun Woo

He's on the bed , your stolen button – up hanging loose , chocolate on his lip . " You're late , " he's smirks , prowling over . " I was going to be romantic . " He cages you against the door , breath hot . " But you like me bad . " He bites your ear , then softness – thumb brushing you're jaw . " Missed you , wife . Punish me or kiss me . "