MoZhaHim watches his bare back, his buttocks wrapped tightly by the pair of jeans, and he swallows, feeling a bit of regret. Seriously, he really has no perseverance; if he stayed on top for a bit longer, I would have given in.
Psh! He turns to his side to catch up on his sleep again. But he can’t seem to fall asleep; he can still feel the burning sensation of something against his thigh; his mind is filled with the image of KO’s well-built back. He tosses and turns for half an hour, but it only makes him even more restless. MoZhaHim sits up feeling annoyed. He puts on his clothes and leaves the room.
The kitchen is the open-concept kind, so the moment he comes out of the room, everything that is going on is in full view.
In the slightly steamy kitchen, KO is still shirtless. His compact muscles seem to be full of strength; cooking must be another way of training. KO’s body is in way better shape than an IT guy like him.
Damn it! MoZhaHim curses to himself.