Nevermind

Ken groaned when something dug into his side.

Someone chuckled above him.

And then lips pressed against his neck, traveled down his shoulder.

“Ken, you have to get up. I already have coffee ready. Don’t you want coffee?”

“What time is it?” Ken mumbled.

“Eight fifteen.”

“Fuck.”

“Like I said, you need to wake up.”

Ken rubbed his eyes and forced himself to sit up. His whole body hurt. “Fuck,” he said again. He tried vainly to remember what appointments he had today.

“Where’s my cell phone?”

“Nope. You are not calling in,” Meer said. “Yoona already called when you weren’t there at eight. She told me to remind you about the Choi deal.”

Ken shut his eyes and feel back to the bed. “I hate dealing with the Choi’s.”

“Do you like dealing with anyone?”

Ken opened one eye and grinned. “You.”

Meer blushed and looked away.

Ken tugged on his arm and Meer let himself be pulled. He curled up against his side. Ken leaned down for a kiss. Meer smiled against Ken’s lips. Ken’s fingers found the hem of Me