Chapter 119

“You still mad at me, baby?” Jyeon slides over in the pitch dark, removing the gap I put between us in bed when we came here hours ago. I told him I wasn’t in the mood to talk or cuddle up because my head was a mess, and I guess I was sulking at him and Greta for conspiring to dive-bomb me the same day over OLO. We’re both laid here trying to sleep, but it’s been obvious neither of us is while lost in our own heads.

“I wasn’t mad. I needed headspace,” I reply with a tight tone and exhale as his hands slide over my waist and his body hugs against me from behind. I could tell for a while he’s been pondering, rolling up behind me, and I could hear the way he kept sighing as he tried to figure out if he should talk to me.

“You seemed mad… Mad enough to make me lay in the dark and stress over how to smooth things over again. I’m sorry for pushing you over OLO.” His sweet and gentle whisper as he curls around me to cuddle up snugly, sliding an arm under my pillow to nuzzle clo