Minseok’s skin is the color of ivory cream, and Wu Fan cannot help but let his fingers drift over the unmarred flesh as they lay side by side. Where do you go when you think I sleep, he wants to ask, letting the bud of his thumb stroke the surface of sharp cheekbones. Do you wonder if I dream, he wants to ask. Do you forget that I’m here, he wants to scream. Where do you go, my love, he thinks. Why won’t you stay?