Part 2 — Chapter 37 Beom’s foam-slicked hand gently combed through Jioh’s hair. He’d flailed saying he hated it, but once the suds came, he behaved. Jioh’s eyelids blinked slower and slower. The touch was unbelievably careful. ‘It reminds me of when we were kids.’ If Bambi and I tore around like wild colts with soap still clinging to us,...
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