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ON THE SEVENTH DAY, HIS LIPS PLANTED FLOWERS AGAINST HER SKIN. Roses, red they were, on her cheeks. Lavenders for her neck; purple and sweet, he found their smell addicting. Lotuses for her stomach. . . Sunghoon adored her body in ways no other man could, and he found pride in such a thing. She was his to take, his to touch, his to worship. She was his, and she wouldn't want to have it any other way.
To know that this was the last time he would be able to worship her the way he did made his stomach sink. Exhaling a small breath, he closed his eyes, trying to silence the thoughts in his mind. They were awfully loud, taking his focus away from her in a way he loathed.
Her hand made its way to his cheek and Sunghoon opened his eyes, a pair of worried eyes looking into his. Soft lips placed kisses against his jawline. Slow, they made their way towards his lips. And right before she kissed him, she pulled away, eyes finding his once again.
