Stella's POV
I gasped when Adrian swung open the bedroom door and guided me inside. The room was bathed in soft lamplight, creating an intimate glow that transformed the space into something magical. My eyes widened as I took in the romantic scene before me—chocolates and truffles scattered everywhere, a massive basket overflowing with gourmet confections perched on the bed, and professionally framed love declarations adorning the walls. Paper hearts blanketed every surface, a testament to his thoughtful preparation.
Adrian moved the chocolate basket to the nightstand, selected a decadent piece, and unwrapped it slowly. He placed it between my lips with deliberate tenderness. As I bit into the liqueur-filled chocolate, a small stream of the sweet liquid escaped down my chin. Without hesitation, Adrian leaned in, his tongue tracing the path of the liqueur with tantalizing precision before claiming the remainder of the chocolate for himself.
