continued from here, @yeongxmi
The dawn of summer sun felt warm against her back as if, with his encouragement, attempting to caress her back into the comfort of lavender scented sheets, crumpled and shambolic around their torsos. She stared at Anthony, attempting to find a reason to justify her movements, to wiggle away from the hold of his arms. It was nice. It was relaxing. It made her feel complicate in the lull of the early morning sun and the urge to do just as he please: staying in bed all day was a temptation far too illicit for her to decline.
He was like the sun: nurturing, warm, hot, bright and giving... oh so giving.
Messied chestnut hair pressed softly against his shoulders as Yeong Mi's head lifted up to meet his expression for the first time that morning. "Name one reason we should stay in bed." Was her retort. It was weak. Maybe she wanted to be convinced to stay. "We both know who's phone is going to summon them up first. Or are you willing to ignore your calls?"
if he thought being a doctor who’s on call 24/7 would be a torture, being an owner of a bakery cafe that’s open seven days a week is not as painless as he’d want it. but he can’t have it all, can he? at least now he doesn’t have to be responsible for saving lives and his most crucial task is only to wake the white collars with a cup of freshly brewed cafe. but it’s a long weekend, with not as many workers rushing in the morning, desperate for a shot of caffeine just to feel something. it’s not a life-or-death situation for anyone, is it?
he can afford to be a little selfish, he thinks.
“i think jake can cope fine on his own for a few hours. he’s a big boy.” there are reasons he’s hired help and stopped relying on himself alone for running the shop, giving himself a much needed buffer is one of them. life is short and there are better ways to live than dedicating it all for money, no matter how much life in new york city necessitates it. with tired fingers, he rubs his eyes and tries to ignore the throbbing weight of his head — how much did they drink last night?
“one reason... let’s see.” lips curve into a smile as he looks down, before he shuffles closer to press a kiss on the crown of her head. a little too doting, a little too soft. perhaps too much fondness is shared between the two strangers who keep finding themselves on the same bed, but he’s not going to be the first one to break the habit. ( he’s never the first one to ruin a good thing. he’s patient. he waits. ) “maybe i’m just in the mood to be a sloth today, does it really need to be justified?”
