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It would mean they were officially in a relationship.

Amelia was it for him. She had accepted his proposal to be a couple.

“You mean it.” Evan felt like he was about to explode with happiness. He was expecting that she would still reject him, but it turned out the opposite.

However, he still had some doubts if he was doing the right thing, but losing her seemed worse than his fear of committing.

He would admit that relationship was not his strong suit. He had no clue how to make a woman happy in a long-term affair. But he would figure it out one way or another.

How hard could it be to stay with one woman for the rest of his life?

.....

“Do you want to dance?” When she nodded, he pulled her to the dancefloor and joined their friends, who seemed to be all having a great time.

It was a joyous occasion, seeing one of his best friends tie the knot and swear to be with her husband for as long as he would live. They were living testimony that he could also be with one woman forever.

He confessed that he was not entirely sure about love. Maybe he was in love with her. Why else would he be feeling this way about her? But he was still confused by its definition to put a label on their relationship.

Besides, it was too early for that, believing they were still in the early stage.

“You make me the happiest man in the world.” He whispered in her ears, knowing that most women like to hear those words. But did he mean it, or was it just a line he said because he believed she expected it?

Suddenly, he was starting to second guess everything he was doing. But he quickly buried his thoughts behind his mind.

Soon, the party ended, and everyone started to leave. “Can I walk you to your room?” He offered as they exited the massive ballroom and separated from the group.

He knew she was staying at the hotel, so he escorted her to the elevator, which would bring them to her floor. Finally, they both stood outside her room, unable to say goodbye.

“Would you like a cup of coffee before you go home?” Amelia finally asked as she opened the door, indicating that she welcomed his company. At least that was what registered in his mind. And it was an invitation for something more.

“Of course. I would love to.” He accepted her offer as he walked behind her, closing the door after him.

He watched her move further inside the room, but before she could go far, he grabbed her by the arm and stopped her. Then, he slowly turned her around until she was facing him.

Her body trembled underneath his touch, igniting a fire inside him. Without waiting for a further invitation, he lowered his face to hers, ravishing her with his lips, doing what he had wanted all night.

She never tried to stop him, which encouraged him more, letting his tongue explore her mouth, eliciting a positive response from her. She wanted this as much as he did as her hands worked on removing his jacket.

The next thing he knew, his lips traveled down the side of her neck while his fingers felt for the fastening of her gown. When he found it, he quickly unhooked them, unable to wait for a second longer to have her.

The dress immediately dropped to the floor, gliding smoothly along her body, leaving her just in her underwear, a sight that left little to the imagination.

In truth, he almost had a heart attack, seeing her in such revealing lingerie. It was a vision that he did not expect to see. He had never thought of her that way, but who was he to complain?

“Did you wear this for me?” Expressing his surprise. He also found it amusing that she might be planning to seduce him all this time.

Why else would she be wearing them underneath her dress?

Then, he ran his fingers on the lace of her brassiere. He could feel her breath hitched at the contact of their skins. He liked how responsive she was to his touch, stimulating him to rouse more reactions from her.

“No!” She first said. “I mean... Yes!” She hissed, unable to make up her mind, responding to his question as her eyes closed.

But he saw the chaos in her eyes before she shut them out of his sight. Her veins erratically beat at her neck as his fingers grazed through them. It was clear. She was nervous, more than usual.

“Are you sure you want to do this because once I start, I won’t be able to stop?” He gave her a fair warning, like all the girls he had slept with before her.

He would never force a woman into his bed. She must be willing to give herself to him. That was the only way they would both be able to enjoy this night of passion.

His hands still held her closed. Their bodies were just inches away, not touching but sensing their nearness. He waited for her to decide whether this was what she wanted.

But when her arms voluntarily lifted into his shoulder and her fingers entwined through his hair, he knew she had made her decision. Still, it was not a verbal response.

Regardless, when her lips touched him, he knew he did not need any more hint of what she wanted. Her actions spoke louder than words. “I will take that as a yes.” He had spoken for the two of them.

He immediately lifted her off her feet and carried her to the bed, not far from where they stood, dropping her to the soft cushion as he followed not far behind.

He could feel the urgency of her need from how her fingers worked on the button of his shirt. She was as anxious as he was to feel their body, skin to skin.

***

Amelia knew she was being bold, acting like she knew what she was doing. But honestly, she was trembling in fear, afraid that he would find her repulsive if he knew how inexperienced she was.

She heard many experienced men preferred women knowledgeable in the art of passion. But what did she know about it? Only a few things she had read in romance novels.

But did he have to know about it now? How inept she was. Well, he was bound to discover it later on whether she liked it or not. However, she was willing to gamble that he would not learn about it until the last minute.

“I don’t want you to stop.” Finally, the words came out of her mouth. Her body craved for more of whatever he was doing to her.

She did not want him to stop.

She wanted this to happen.

And she wanted it to be him.

“Honestly, I don’t want to.” He helped her with his shirt removing it swiftly off his body. Then her fingers started working on his pants, unbuckling the belt and unfastening the button and zipper, leaving him with his briefs as he moved on top of her.

Her fingers moved to touch his body, feeling the warmth of his skin on her palms. It was like she was a sculpture, creating a masterpiece, savoring his body, memorizing it in her mind.

If she only had one night with him, she wanted to imprint everything about him on her mind. She wanted this memory to last her a lifetime. Why? Because she still doubted that she could keep a man like him interested in her for a long time.

He might like her now, but there was also a chance that he might change his mind. Tomorrow, a week from now, or months, he would suddenly realize that he was not good with a relationship or she was not the right one.

“You don’t know how much I want you.” Evan declared as his fingers removed every piece of clothing in their bodies, leaving them with nothing but skin to skin.

She had never felt anything like this before. But how could she when she had been saving herself for the right man? But was he the right man? She could not tell, but she was tired of waiting for him.

But at least she knew she was giving herself to a man she had learned to love. Even if they did not end up together, she still did not lose herself to some random stranger.

Evan was still someone special to her. She loved him, but, of course, she could not admit that to him. That would probably scare him away. Make him run for the hills. But at least in her heart, she knew how she felt about him.

Then, his fingers explored her body, feeling them glide across her skin, chest, and arms, down to her abdomen. It was creating havoc everywhere it touched, sending flames inside her she did not want to extinguish.

She was on fire, and she wanted more.