In the quiet of the bedroom, love seemed to hang in the air, gentle and sweet.
No one knew how much time had passed.
Ethan Carter finally pulled away from Olivia Bennett’s lips, both of them a little breathless.
Her cheeks were flushed, and when she opened her eyes, they sparkled with a watery brightness, like someone had just washed them clean. Her dark eyes looked even more luminous.
Ethan’s gaze deepened, and he couldn’t help but steal another soft kiss from her already blushing lips.
Olivia took a steadying breath, waiting for her face to cool down. Only then did she slip her hand from his, saying with a little smirk, “Your hands are way too warm.”
Ethan closed his hand into a fist, noticing the lingering heat. “Sorry,” he said, a sheepish grin on his face.
A mischievous glint flashed in Olivia’s eyes. “Since you apologized, I think you should be punished. From now on, you’re not allowed to hold my hand.”
Ethan shook his head, his voice gentle but stubborn. “That’s not gonna happen. But I can offer an alternative.”
“Oh yeah?” Olivia tilted her head, pretending to consider him. “And what’s that?”
He smiled, “How about this—you punish me by making me hold your hand every time we go out?”
Olivia rolled her eyes, but she was already smiling. “That’s not a punishment. That’s you wanting the best of both worlds.”
Ethan didn’t deny it, his tone playful. “You know me. I’ve never been shy about what I want.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. She reached up to cup his cheek, her palm pressing against his skin, then playfully pinched his face.
“How is it?” Ethan teased.
Olivia pretended to consider, then put on her most serious expression. “Yep, definitely thicker than before.”
Ethan gave her a quick kiss, a soft laugh escaping his lips. The sound tickled her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
She shrank away, giggling. “Don’t laugh in my ear. It tickles.”
“Alright,” Ethan agreed easily, his tone gentle.


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