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 comfort on her

blaming the

remarked, “That store wouldn’t

reality sunk in, her smile faded, her complexion

her

deeply for him, yearned to build a life

her suspicions were true- What

churned within him, a mixture of

held her close, his embrace

okay to be scared, Olivia,” he murmured, his touch

terrified, Dylan,” she confessed, her voice trembling with

a hoarse whisper, he reassured her, “We’ll get a

clung to his sleeve, seeking

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