The clock blinked 2:17 a.m., and I was nowhere close to falling asleep. At 23, I didn’t have anyone to keep me company tonight, just me sprawled out on my bed in an oversized T-shirt and nothing else, feeling the cool sheets under my bare thighs. The silence of the house wrapped around me, and I let out a sigh, my fingers trailing absentmindedly over the hem of my shirt, pulling it down to cover the smooth skin of my legs...

Daniel leaned over me, his hands exploring my body once again. The thrill of anticipation danced in the air, igniting every nerve ending within me. I could hardly contain my excitement, my body yearning for him as he captured my gaze with a smoldering intensity. “Are you ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and sultry, sending a shiver down my spine. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the weight of his question...

Ethan was sweating profusely while bringing down the last box onto the apartment floor. "That's it, finally the work is done." Saying this, he let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Good job, baby," Grace said as she started taking out some of their clothes from a box on the drawing room floor. She was quite happy with her husband's work now. And why wouldn't she be? The way her husband had labored to...