Olivea froze in surprise when Adrian suddenly turned away, closing his eyes as if trying to give her space. She blinked in disbelief, whispering to herself, "Wait… what? Did he just leave me alone in this room? After all that?"
She stood still by the door, watching Adrian's back disappear into the hallway. A frown crept onto her face as she sulked softly. "Oh my—ugh, I spent so long in the bathroom preparing myself… for what? For nothing?" With a sigh, she closed the door and slipped into a loose T-shirt and shorts.
Meanwhile, Adrian sat on the couch in the living room, staring blankly at the television remote in his hand. He muttered under his breath, his voice low and conflicted.
"Damn… I don't know what to do. She's innocent… what if she doesn't want me to touch her? What if she's uncomfortable? No, Adrian, don't be reckless. Respect her. Think."
He ran a hand through his hair, frustration etched on his face. "Damn it, damn it… what should I do?"
Just then, the sound of the bedroom door opening drew his eyes upward. Olivea stepped out, her loose shirt swaying slightly as she walked, her strawberry-scented perfume lingering in the air. Adrian's eyes widened—he tried to be subtle, but he couldn't help staring.
"Why is he looking at me like that…?" Olivea whispered under her breath, pretending not to notice.
She sat down on the opposite sofa, crossing her legs. Adrian cleared his throat, searching for words.
"Uh… would you like to watch a movie?" he asked, his tone too formal for the situation, as if they were strangers.
Olivea raised a brow, amused. "A movie? At this hour? Don't you have work tomorrow? It's already 11 p.m."
Adrian hesitated before replying, "Well… technically, I do. But my schedule is… flexible. I decide when to go."
Olivea smirked at his strange answer. "I see. Then let's—"
But before she could finish, Adrian quickly interjected, "What about you? Don't you have online classes?"
She chuckled softly. "No. It's semester break. So relax—I'm free. Let's watch something fun. Horror maybe?"
Adrian's lips curved into a mischievous smile as he scrolled through the options. "If I choose the scariest one… will she get scared and come closer? Let's see…"
He pressed play. Olivea tossed her phone aside. "Alright, horror movie time! But it's no fun with the lights on. I'll turn them off."
Like a brave little mouse, she flicked the switches. Darkness swallowed the room, save for the faint glow of the screen. They sat side by side, silence broken only by the eerie soundtrack of the movie.
Minutes passed, and the tension grew with each scream from the film. Olivea's hands gripped the cushion tightly. "I… I can't do this. Damn, I'm scared," she whispered to herself.
A sudden thunderclap cracked across the sky, and without thinking, she darted toward Adrian, clutching his arm. "Ahh! Adrian, I'm scared!"
Adrian froze, eyes widening at her sudden closeness. His hand, almost instinctively, found her waist.
"Uh—s-sorry…" he stammered, about to let go, but Olivea didn't move. Instead, she gazed at his face, her trembling hand resting against his chest.
"Olivea…" he whispered, stunned by her nearness, his gaze drifting toward her lips.
Her voice was soft, almost pleading. "Adrian… can we just… stop pretending? I've been waiting for this moment far too long." She bit her lip nervously, her eyes shimmering with vulnerability.
Adrian's heart pounded. He tightened his hold around her waist, his voice low yet steady. "Are you sure? If you truly want this… I promise I'll be gentle."
Olivea gave a small nod, her cheeks flushed. Instead of answering with words, she leaned forward and kissed him. Adrian's eyes widened briefly, then closed as he returned the kiss, tender at first, then deeper with unspoken longing.
"His lips… so warm, so soft… I've never felt this before," Olivea thought as her hands curled against his shirt.
Adrian cupped her face gently, as if she were something fragile. Between breaths, he murmured, "Olivea… you have no idea how much I've held back."
Their kiss lingered, filled with hesitation and fire all at once. His hand brushed her hair away, trailing carefully down to her waist. Olivea shivered under his touch but did not pull away. Instead, she whispered, "Adrian… don't stop" her moan makes adrian high.
He paused, studying her expression, searching for doubt. But all he found was trust. Relief swept over him as he smiled softly. "ugh,it feels good isn't,I won't stop." and he keep pushing.
What followed was not rushed passion, but slow, delicate closeness. Their laughter mingled with shy whispers, their fears melting into warmth. Adrian carried her gently toward the bedroom, their hands entwined as though neither wanted to let go.
The night did not belong to lust—it belonged to tenderness, to the quiet discovery of two strangers bound by marriage, learning to be more than just husband and wife.
Hours later, when silence finally returned, Olivea had already drifted into a peaceful sleep beside him. Adrian lay on his side, watching her face illuminated faintly by the moonlight through the curtains.
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead, whispering so only the night could hear.
"It hasn't even been twenty-four hours… and yet, I've already fallen for you."
With that confession lingering in the air, Adrian closed his eyes, finally at ease, his arm protectively around Olivea as sleep claimed him.