Initially, she felt at ease, but a sense of unease crept in.

Pushing him slightly away, she questioned, “Is this toothpaste fake? The scent is nauseating.

Sensing her discomfort, Dylan ceased his advances.

“I’m okay,” Olivia insisted, her arms around him, a show of strength.

He chuckled at her boldness, marveling at her lack of inhibition.

It was a moment of rare intimacy, founded on trust and companionship rather than mere physicality.

Olivia believed she loved Dylan, yet their encounter left her feeling suffocated, a wave of nausea washing over her.

the bathroom, she gagged, Dylan’s hand a steady

into him, blaming the

remarked,

joke, but as reality sunk in, her smile faded, her complexion draining

her voice trembled with

deeply for him, yearned

suspicions were true- What would she do?

emotions churned within him, a mixture of

close, his embrace

scared, Olivia,” he murmured,

Dylan,” she confessed, her voice trembling

a hoarse whisper, he reassured

his sleeve, seeking solace in his

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