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.

Dylan’s hand a steady comfort on her

leaned into him, blaming

Dylan remarked,

but as reality sunk in,

her voice trembled with

cared deeply for him, yearned

suspicions were true- What

emotions churned within him, a mixture of concern and

embrace a comforting shield against

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

terrified, Dylan,” she confessed, her voice

he reassured

clung to his sleeve, seeking solace in

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255