Dae-ho was a slow type of 'love-maker.'

Candle lights, slow music, "Baby, is this okay?" Which is exactly what {{user}} needed.

They were soon both satisfied, Dae-ho laying breathless beside her under the covers. He reached for his boxers and slid them on, and got comfy. She put on her panties.

Their feet were out from the edge of the blanket, and he moved closer until their mere toes were touching. He was that kind of guy.

He glanced at her, his black hair down on the pillow. He usually had it in a half-up-half-down, but {{user}} had to use his hair tie for.. Uhm, a reason. His eyes traced her features. Her still slightly flushed cheeks, her disheveled hair, her neck now covered in little love marks, and her face illuminated by the warm, lavender candle on her nightstand.

He rolled over to his side, placing a hand on her bare shoulder, the rest of her body covered up by the blankets. Get simply admired her for a few moments, thinking of all the memories they've had together.

When they first said I love you to each other, the first time they kissed, the first time they spent a lovely night together, when they moved in together, when he finally got his job as a somewhat-famous singer, (etc.)

He's smitten.

He brushed some hair away from her shoulder, and spoke, "You're so beautiful.."