“Don’t get up. Please.”
A phone still shrilled from the other side of the bed; you had half-risen to silence it, Jumin’s arm heavy around your waist. He hadn’t shown any sign of squelching the incessant noise, instead wrapping himself more protectively around you.
The vast darkness in your husband’s eyes encapsulated your will to go anywhere, and soon diminished it entirely; with sudden ease, you relented and melted back into his sweet embrace. He tangled his legs with yours, waiting out the ringtone (a specialized tone for Jaehee) before speaking again.
“Why are you so eager to get up? Are you uncomfortable?”
In your arms? Never.
Too embarrassed to utter the words aloud, you settled back with a meek, “I’m comfortable. But Jaehee wouldn’t call so early unless it was something urgent.”
Light pushed its way in from behind the heavy,