âI really do have a fever, Stephie. Itâs really hot. Touch it.â Steven was usually so serious, yet here he was saying such an embarrassing thing.
I thought he wanted me to touch his forehead.
As Steven held me from behind, I felt like my hand was giving out.
Iâm warning you, Steven Lincolnâ¦â I gritted out.
Steven then buried his face in my shoulder, feeling aggrieved. But this time, he obediently held me without doing anything else.
So, I switched off the light, thinking that we could finally go to sleep.
However, Steven began grinding against me like some large dog.
I turned around and gave him a slap, the sound of which rang out loudly in the room. Then, I met Stevenâs eyes in the dim light.
I saw how tearful and aggrieved he looked, and it made my heart tighten.
Now, 1 regretted slapping him.
This was just my sympathy playing up again, right?
I used that as an excuse for my feelings.
Instinctively, I caressed Stevenâs handsome face. âBe good and go to sleep.â
This time, Steven behaved and stayed quietly still behind me.
The silent atmosphere seemed to heighten my hearing, and I could hear Steven sniffling. It was as if he was crying.
Well, now I couldnât sleep anymore.
What kind of man was he? Why was I in the wrong now?
I gritted my teeth and turned around to face Steven, accepting my fate. âClose your eyes!â
Steven stared at me for some time before obediently shutting his eyes.
I took a deep breath as I blushed.
Then, I carefully reached down to touch him.
Stevenâs breathing began growing heavier, and I could hear all the sounds he was making so acutely that I wanted to curl up in embarrassment.
What I would give to be swallowed up by the ground right now.
âDonât move,â I warned when Steven tried to hug me.
âStephieâ¦â he called out.
âBe quiet. Keep your eyes shut,â I gritted out.
But this time, Steven didnât obey and instead pulled me back into his arms and kissed me.
âStephieâ¦â he kept on calling out raspily.
Somehow, it was frightfully attractive. It felt like rough strokes teasing my heart, and my breathing began to grow heavier as well.
I knew Steven was losing control. His primal desires were instinctual to him.
But because I was still in the early stages of my pregnancy, I knew he would be able to control himself no matter how difficult this was for him.
I ground my teeth and silently swore to live in separate rooms from Steven from tomorrow onward, or else, I might end up being seduced by him.
âStephie⦠Stephie⦠Iâve waited for you for so long⦠Please donât make me wait any longer, okay?â I suddenly heard Steven say.
He said that heâd been waiting for me for a long time.
That night, I had a dream.
The childhood friend in my dreams was no longer Michael.
It was someone else.
But no matter how much I tried running over to him, I couldnât properly see his face.
âHurry up and come here, Stephie.â A boy ran in front of me while flying a kite in the sky.
We were in a field while I happily ran after him.
But all of a sudden, a large fire consumed everything around me, including the boy in front of me.
âNo!â I cried, jolting awake as my head pounded in pain.
Another nightmare.
I went to turn on my phone and looked at the time. It was 3 am.
I massaged my temples before reaching out to hold Steven.
However, the spot beside me was empty.
I hurriedly sat up and switched on the light.
Stevenâs spot was already cold to the touch, which meant that he mustâve left not long after I fell asleep.
Where could Steven have gone at this late hour?