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.

feeling somewhat regretful 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 man could resist the

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

fluttered as she asked, "I didn't do anything embarrassing

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

"Then we "

resist." He kissed her forehead and continued softly, "Since we're living together now, fet's not bother with separate rooms. My thoughts and actions seem to have

red as she mumbled, "I tend to toss and turn at night. I'm

on my shoulder the entire night,

his intense, captivating gaze. Elio's eyes seemed to burn with a fiery intensity. He tenderly caressed her cheek, his lips slowly making their

apple bobbed noticeably, and his lips parted slightly as he took a deep breath. His body began

tightly against hers, awareness flooded her senses, causing her chest