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.

gagged, Dylan’s hand a

into him, blaming

Dylan remarked, “That

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

her

yearned

What would she

within him, a mixture of concern and

held her close, his embrace a comforting shield against

murmured, his touch tender against her

confessed,

a hoarse whisper, he reassured

clung to his sleeve, seeking solace

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