NovelEnglishA blush crept up Tilda's neck as yesterday's steamy scene replayed in her mind.
Was he suggesting to assist her with a bath? Wouldn't this lead to...? "Let's take one together.
Library Before Tilda's thoughts could spiral any further, Lyndon scooped her up into his arms.
Tilda gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck, her eyes wide, "Together?" Lyndon, ever playful, raised an eyebrow.
"Two people in a bath saves water, right?" Tilda frowned, speechless.
Lyndon smirked at her stunned expression, carried her into the bathroom, and what followed unfolded naturally.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe placed her gently on the sink, his touch feather-light as he removed her glasses and clothes.
Kisses trailed down her skin, each one sending shivers down her spine.
His technique was impeccable.
Tilda leaned into his touch, a playful thought striking her.
In the future, wouldn't these real-life experiences make writing romantic scenes a breeze? No more awkward references or contrived situations! "Lost in your head again?" His voice was a husky murmur, his teeth nipping playfully at her collarbone.
Tilda hissed softly, a playful annoyance bubbling up.
"Are you a dog?" Lyndon chuckled, lifting his head briefly.
With a swift movement, he scooped her up again and stepped into the waiting embrace of the bathtub. "Maybe I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing," he murmured against her ear.
Tilda couldn't help but laugh.
Never would she have imagined the cold, reserved Lyndon could be such a passionate force.
That night, they explored uncharted territories, pushing boundaries until Tilda finally succumbed to sweet exhaustion.
The warm sunlight filtering through the curtains roused Tilda from a deep sleep.
She reached for her phone, her stomach growling in protest.
Had she slept through the entire morning? "Awake?" Lyndon's rich voice sent a pleasant shiver down her spine.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis warm body lay beside her, radiating comforting heat.
Tilda turned to face him.
"What tis it?" "Almost noon," he replied, his voice laced with amusement.
Sure enough, a glance at the clock confirmed it.
Tilda groaned in mock despair.
"Sleeping in again? Your parents will definitely think I'm a lazye good for nothing.
Lyndon chuckled softly, his fingers gently stroking a stray strand of hair from her face. "Don't worry about it, love.
You already figured out my mom isn't the villain you thought she was, right? Only a true vilain would judge a guest n. for sleeping in. Tilda blinked, momentarily speechless.
He had a point.
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