I don’t want this to end, I want to stay by your side.
Eva Miller’s attitude left Oliver Johnson sowhat astonished, even though he spoke so harshly, she remained steadfast in her commitnt to him.
Should he be contemptuous or thankful?
Clearly, he was certain it was not the latter.
He approached Eva, who was standing to the side, causing her to inexplicably feel a bit anxious and instinctively take a few steps back.
He pulled her close, and Eva’s forehead hit his chest, causing a slight pain.
"Since you don’t want to end our relationship, then fulfill your obligation." With a slight smile, he stared at her face, leisurely undoing the buttons of her shirt without haste, sotis deliberately teasing her.
Eva’s body was slightly stiff, as she stood there "obediently," allowing Oliver to remove every piece of her clothing, until all that remained were her bra and panties.
Her face was flushed, and she turned away, not daring to look at him.
She felt as if the discarded clothes were akin to her lost dignity.
But becoming like this was entirely her willing choice; Oliver hadn’t forced her into anything, he even democratically asked if she wanted to end this kind of relationship.
So, if she regretted it later, she couldn’t bla anyone else.
Oliver looked at her blushing cheeks with interest, his large hand reached around her back to unclasp the bra.
Eva almost instinctively brought her hands up to cover her chest, feeling uneasy as she caught the look of disdain in Oliver’s eyes.
Indeed, what was she doing? She had willingly agreed to share a bed with soone, and now was acting coy.
She slowly moved her hands away from her chest, and a hint of seductive charm she strived to feign appeared at the corner of her mouth.
She climbed onto his shoulder, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his tightly closed lips.
Not having much experience in such matters, her kiss was sowhat awkward.
Oliver stopped overthinking, held her head, shifting from passive to dominant, deepening the kiss.
Eva’s small hands weren’t idle, hastily trying to unbutton his shirt.
Passion was ignited.
...
Eva believed she was a competent bedmate, even though later in the night her back ached severely, she did not reject Oliver’s relentless exploration.
She lay on the soft bed, her body by the edge, and after the affair, there was none of the usual intimacy of normal couples, no one got close to the other.
Eva wondered if she really might never win his heart in this lifeti?
At that mont, she envied Sophie Smith, as Asher Land truly cherished and loved her.
But for her? What had she turned into now?
She turned away, a tear slid from the corner of her eye.
Vaguely, Oliver, who had been resting with his eyes closed, heard a slight noise and turned his head.
She clutched the quilt tightly, turning her back to him, trembling slightly.
His heart softened instantly.
He reached out, turned her body, letting her head rest on his arm.
Eva was a little unsure, just about to move, when he stopped her with his voice.
"Be quiet, I still want to sleep a bit." With that, he closed his eyes again.
This ti, Eva truly dared not move, nestled in his arms, quietly watching him.
In this mont, she really wished ti could slow down, even more.
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