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.

she gagged, Dylan’s hand a steady comfort on

into him, blaming the toothpaste

while, Dylan remarked, “That store wouldn’t sell

Olivia brushed it off with a joke, but as reality sunk in, her

her

cared deeply for him, yearned to build a life

What would she do? And what about

a mixture of concern and

close, his embrace a

be scared, Olivia,” he murmured,

she confessed, her voice trembling with

hoarse whisper, he reassured her,

clung to his sleeve,

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