The Wrong Woman

Daniel held Sienna firmly from behind, his voice soft as he whispered into her ear, "You barely touched your food. Did I upset you?"

"I'm honestly just not hungry," she replied, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she spoke with a hint of resignation.

"You should try to eat a bit more," Daniel insisted, guiding her back to the table and helping her into her seat.

Once seated, he picked up a piece of steak and offered it to Sienna, his gaze both intense and serene as he observed her.

Sienna felt bashful under his scrutiny but reluctantly picked up her utensils and began to eat.

Following their meal, Daniel took her hand and led her outside for a stroll in the garden to aid digestion.

In the evening, Sienna retreated to the study to work. She remained seated in front of the computer for four consecutive hours, only leaving the study after 11:00 pm.

Standing before the doors to the master bedroom and the guest bedroom, Sienna hesitated, torn between the two options.

Which room should she choose for the night?

Some couples opted for separate sleeping arrangements, only reuniting for intimacy when desired. This arrangement preserved the quality of sleep and provided each person with their personal space. Yet, it also risked hindering the development of intimacy between them.

Deep down, Sienna resisted the idea of sleeping in separate rooms. However, the lingering pain from losing her virginity left her apprehensive.

if Daniel desired intimacy again tonight? How could she

time, anticipating that Daniel might drift off

retreated to the guest bedroom, taking a soothing shower and changing into

Sienna assumed Daniel

ventured out of the guest bedroom, her movements deliberate as she gently turned the knob

light cast a gentle glow

in bed, his breathing steady

bed, being mindful

glance at Daniel's handsome profile. Her heart fluttered with an almost secret excitement, tinged with nervousness, as she observed him sleeping. Though she longed to share the

the tranquil room, only the soft, rhythmic breaths of the two could

for the remote control and turned off the night lamp, closing

strong

with uncertainty, her

embrace was reassuringly warm and secure, his familiar

to her hair, his

as Daniel slept, but then

guilt, and she attempted to dive conversation in a

response carried a subtle undertone of disappointment. "I've been waiting for you. I thought you intended to sleep in a different room