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

bedroom, taking a soothing shower

midnight approached, Sienna assumed Daniel would already

her movements deliberate as

a soft, warm night light cast a

lay in bed, his breathing

eased herself into bed, being mindful not to disturb

Her heart fluttered with an almost secret excitement, tinged with nervousness, as she observed him sleeping. Though she longed to share the same bed with him, the memory of her past pain lingered, creating

only the soft, rhythmic breaths

turned off the night lamp, closing her eyes

beside her shifted, his strong arm pulling Sienna close into his

tensed in surprise, her body stiff with uncertainty, her breath

warm and secure, his familiar scent offering comfort and alleviating

to her hair, his breath warm

was a subconscious action as Daniel slept, but then

to dive conversation in a playful tone, wake you up, or were you already

you. I thought you intended to