The Wrong Woman

When Candice shifted in her sleep, a sharp tug on her hair jolted her awake. Wincing in pain, she let out a whimper. As her eyes fluttered open, she realized she was in Elio's embrace. Both of them nestled together under the blankets, skin against skin.

Her cry stirred Elio awake. He looked at her with bleary eyes, his voice gentle yet tinged with concern as he asked, "Candice, what's wrong?"

Candice quickly pulled the blanket closer to her chest, embarrassment flooding her cheeks as she responded, "You're lying on my hair."

Elio immediately lifted his arm to free her.

Candice scooted away from his embrace, feeling bashful as her eyes darted around the room. She couldn't help but steal a glance at his well-defined abs. With a soft voice, she asked, "How did I end up in your room?"

Elio offered a faint smile. "This is your room, too."

Candice scratched her head, her recollection of the previous night was hazy. She vaguely remembered having a few drinks before everything went dark. Alcohol never sat well with her, often leaving her drunk after just a few sips.

"Did we..." Candice's voice trailed off as she shyly lifted the blanket to peek at herself before hastily covering up again. Her cheeks flushed as she stuttered, "We... did that again?"

Elio's expression turned slightly crestfallen. "You forgot?"

Candice nodded in response.

as he realized Candice's memory lapse meant she had forgotten the passion, the uninhibited nature, and how captivating she was the night before. No

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, rolling over so that she was beneath him. His eyes brimmed with warmth and affection

asked, "I didn't

thoughts drifted back to her unexpected entrance into the bathroom while he was showering, and even to her boldly stripping down to join him. He wondered if those moments could be considered embarrassing. Yet, he murmured

"Then we "

we're living together now, fet's not bother with separate rooms. My thoughts and actions

a deep red as she mumbled, "I tend to toss and turn

didn't. You slept on my shoulder the entire night, looking

seemed to burn with a fiery intensity. He tenderly caressed her cheek, his lips slowly making their way down to

and his lips parted slightly as he took a deep

her senses, causing her chest to feel hot and constricted. She took