Chapter 9. Quick, Quick (4)

Suhyeon casually rummaged through the table drawer and pulled out a condom, acting as if nothing had happened. Before the drawer closed, I caught a glimpse of countless wrappers organized by color inside. “I think you’ve loosened up enough now, don’t you think?” “Suhyeon?” “Yes, Heeju?” “Did… did I just come? I think I felt something a second ago.” She nodded, tearing open the foil wrapper. Strands of hair clung to her sweat-slicked face, but she ignored them, focusing on the task at hand. Once she was done, she crawled toward me on her knees.