The Wrong Woman

As Daniel mentioned his colleague, Sienna's mind drifted to his career. Her smile gradually faded, replaced by an inexplicable sense of unease. The thought of Daniel considering leaving his job to ensure her security and comfort stirred up a wave of sadness within Sienna.

She realized she needed to find the right moment to broach the subject of his possible resignation.

"What's wrong?" Daniel asked, noticing the shift in Sienna's mood.

"It's nothing," Sienna replied, shaking her head. She forced a smile before changing the subject. "So, what are your plans for later?"

Embracing Sienna, Daniel pulled her close to his chest. "Nothing in particular. I just want to be near you."

As her curvy and delicate body nestled comfortably against his sturdy torso, her cheeks flushed.

With a touch of nervousness, Sienna playfully quipped, "We can't spend the whole day like this, just staring into each other's eyes, can we?"

Daniel's grin widened. "Well, it's not entirely off the table."

Sienna found herself momentarily at a loss for words at his answer.

"Hey, don't you want to spend time with me?" Daniel interjected, a hint of disappointment in his tone.

"Maybe we should find something to do," Sienna suggested.

in the

about watching a

tenderly caressed her cheek, his voice filled with affection. "I'm up for anything you

from his embrace, taking his hand

his phone and offered,

the bustling crowds. "Let's pass on the cinema. We can

to their intertwined fingers. He couldn't help but notice that she

better if we go to the cinema. Watching

want to go out," Sienna said, her voice pleading as she

rose with her, feeling his breath grow heavier. He was keenly aware of his body and its

cinema," Daniel attempted to

Sienna remained adamant. Disregarding Daniel's preference, she led him

here

only sigh

curtains were drawn shut in the master bedroom, enveloping

for a gripping thriller on her phone and projected

was adjusted to a

by a three-foot gap, they leaned comfortably against the headboard pillows,

divided between the

the urge to inch closer