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“Oh, like now? We’re doing this now?”

“You don’t have to,” I told him as I turned on the shower. “You asked—everyone’s pushing me for what I want or need. This is it. I want to get shit done in my own life instead of always for the hospital.”

“I thought were relaxing and maybe having sex though,” Ha-joon whined as he shut everything off for the tub and got out.

“You don’t have to help,” I repeated.

“No, I want to spend time with you,” he said firmly as he joined me at the shower. “I just wanted to spend time with you and my cock inside your cunt. Not—are we cleaning? That’s what you did to your closet, right? You cleaned it out? Will you do it naked?”

I burst out laughing. “Tell me I’m half as fun high as you are.”

“You’re adorably sexy when you partake in the funny brownie, my sweet kimchi,” he muttered as he backed me under the warm water. “I get a bit whiny. Mostly petulant and annoying. My mates make baby noises and cut me off.”

“I think you’re adorbs,” I admitted. “As long as you don’t ask me to change your diapie.”

“That’s enough out of you,” he growled playfully before kissing me.

He got his wish of putting his cock inside of me, but then we really showered and got to work. We were totally high after more brownie, but we were still productive. I was. He basically was the muscle who helped and brought up food which made it all go easier.

Which was why he got a blow job and more sex.

I bolted up in bed, my heart beating in my ears and sweat covering me.

“You okay?” Ha-joon asked, his voice heavy with sleep. “Nightmare?”

I swallowed a sob and started to nod but then stopped. “Is it a nightmare if it really happened?”

“Yes, because it’s while you slept and haunts you,” he answered gently and sat up as well. “Can I touch you or do you need space.”

“I’m sweaty,” I mumbled even as I leaned into him.

“I’ll live,” he promised as he moved his arm around me and kissed my hair. “What haunts you, my sweet kimchi?”

If he had asked it any other way, I probably would have brushed him off. But I’d already made the mistake of pushing aside his comfort and offer to help and regretted it.

Maybe it was time to be more vulnerable with him when he offered?

“When we were outed, before the real wars started, monsters took advantage of the situation,” I told him.

“I’ve heard a lot about that from my family. Mum’s parents go on and on, but they’re human haters. I get it because of the way wolves—natural and supe—were hunted in Asia, but—they’re extra on a lot.”

I nodded. “After running—Amanda Hope was about as close as a woman could get to being a doctor. She taught me a lot. When she died—”

“How did she die? I looked into the foundation more and you guys just have it listed that she died protecting a woman she…”

“Yeah, it was me,” I rasped, pulling my knees to my chest and wiping my eyes. I swallowed a yelp when he moved me between his legs and cuddled me closer.

“So you taught others medicine? I wish I had known you back then. I bet you were just as badass.”

I snorted. If only he knew. I was so much more badass then. Now… I felt weak now. I felt like the paper pushing admin too many thought me.

Maybe it was time to really change that? If not for myself, to honor Amanda and what she sacrificed for me.

I told him about the woman I’d been teaching to be a nurse and how the local sheriff wanted her and used all the rumors to his advantage. He told her to marry him or he’d have her named a witch and her whole family burned. She was going to do it, but her father couldn’t even hear of selling her to such a horrible man.

Her father had faith in the people of their town. That they were good people and could see through the lies and corruption and stand up for them.

Fools and their hope in people got more killed than evil sometimes.