Goodbye, My Love

Ah, she had jumped to conclusions. Marco was planning to sleep on the floor.

Loraine felt a wave of relief mingled with guilt. Marco had recently been ousted from his CEO position, facing a significant setback. He had still accompanied her to the countryside, and now he was preparing to sleep on the floor?

That felt rather heartbreaking.

Marco turned to her, noting her shifting expression, and quipped,

"What's going through your mind?"

Loraine cleared her throat, feeling a blend of shyness and hesitancy, and proposed softly, "Um... the floor is too hard, and it's getting colder. You might catch a cold. Why don't you sleep on the bed?"

Marco was momentarily taken aback before shaking his head definitively.

"No, I can't have you sleep on the floor. Don't worry; I'm used to roughing it out. The floor won't be an issue."

Seeing that Marco didn't grasp her meaning, Loraine flushed and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. She retreated under the covers, wanting to curl up in a ball. After a moment of visible embarrassment, she said in a small voice, "Get on the bed."

Marco was utterly perplexed. "What?"

Loraine overcame her hesitation and declared firmly, "Get on the bed!

You said you're my boyfriend... so what's the harm in sharing a bed?

Besides, it's only for one night..."

The more she spoke, the quieter her voice grew, Leaving her with the urge to bury herself in the earth.

Angela's Library

Marco's eyes lit up, quickly comprehending Loraine's intention. A sense of delight washed over him. Nevertheless, he couldn't resist teasing her, "Are you sure?"

Loraine lifted her head, feeling a mixture of indignation and embarrassment. She glared at him.

"If you don't want to, never mind!"

With that, she wrapped herself in the covers and occupied a small corner of the bed.

Marco's smile broadened as he shrugged off his jacket and climbed into the bed.

The bed was somewhat small, and it felt a tad cramped with two people, especially given Marco's tall, broad frame.

As the soft mattress dipped, Loraine was immediately immersed in a familiar, masculine scent.

Her eyes glossed over slightly as she clutched the bedding nervously, distinctly feeling the comforting warmth approaching from behind her.

She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but the air seemed to have grown thinner. Her heart was pounding faster, her breath hitching, as she felt a captivating tension fill the room.