Chapter 33

BASH The weather is getting chilly outside. I get inside the hanok. The floor squeaks every time I take a step. I tiptoe directly to our bedroom. Only the lamp from the small nightstand gives light to the entire area. Trinity is already sleeping, facing her side. Shrugging all my clothes off the floor, I leave just a pair of boxers. I lie down slowly beside her to avoid waking her up. I know she's grumpy when she does not get enough sleep. I slip myself inside the blanket we're sharing and flick the lights off. She stirs, and I stiffen. I'm afraid she might kick me out of the room for good, and I don't want to sleep outside alone while she's just a wall away. "Bash, is that you?" she asks in a groggy voice. "Nope. I'm a bogeyman." I bite my lower lip to hold my laugh. She seems calm, or maybe she forgets what happened in the kitchen for a while. She turns to me and places her hand on my abdomen. I slip my arm under her head for her to move closer to me, then she buries her head in th