The scenery was lush and beautiful, and Lola enjoyed the moment, taking videos with her camera.
A month with Dylan. This was the first time she had seen him smile so much, just like today. Seeing her smile made his lips involuntarily curl up, as if he had caught the laughter virus.
Dylan had lived quietly, working hard until now. He felt it was a good decision to travel, feeling healed. Moreover, it was his first trip alone with a woman. So, this trip would likely be remembered as something special for him.
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In the afternoon, after boating, they drove around the scenic routes and parks, had a late dinner, and returned to the hotel, where it was already dark outside.
Upon returning to the hotel, Lola faced a new dilemma. Now she noticed there was only one bed.
Her face flushed for no reason, and her heart raced. Cautiously lifting her gaze, she observed Dylan pouring himself a glass of water, but his face showed no expression.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, Lola hesitantly spoke up.
“Um… Dear.”
Dylan placed the cup on the table and looked at her with a questioning gaze.
“I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight.”
“Why would you sleep on the sofa when there’s a nice bed?”
Dylan, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, didn’t understand.
Lola felt awkward.
Does this man really not understand what I mean?
“So, there’s only one bed.”
“And?”
“You’re older and bigger than me, so I thought it would be better for you to use the bed.”
“There’s a way for both of us to sleep together, so why make it complicated?”
He hadn’t intended to put her in a difficult position, but he found it amusing to see her reaction, so he deliberately chose to say something awkward.
“I’ve never slept with a man before.”
After saying that, Lola lowered her head to hide her flushed face. In doing so, she missed seeing the corner of Dylan’s mouth lift in a smirk.
“I’ve never slept with a woman either.”
For some reason, that one sentence made her heart pound.
Taking a deep breath, Lola finally mustered the courage to say.
“Then let’s sleep together.”
Since there were so many firsts she had experienced with him, perhaps it was an impulsive statement filled with excitement and nervousness.
She wasn’t sure.
“You’ll regret it.”
Dylan said, observing her expression. She seemed to be deep in thought, her head lowered and her feet fidgeting. Dylan felt a smile creeping up again.
“I won’t regret it. Let’s sleep together.”
Did she know what it meant to sleep together, and was she really saying such a dangerous thing?
“Didn’t you just say you would sleep on the sofa because there’s only one bed?
So why did you suddenly change your mind?
Dylan was a bit curious. So, to probe a little more, he casually threw out a question.
“If you really want to, there’s no reason we can’t sleep together. Do you want to wash up first? Or should I go first?”
“If you really want to, there’s no reason we can’t sleep together. Do you want to wash up first, or should I?”
Although he suggested sleeping together, Lola actually hoped they would just hold hands and sleep.
As far as she knew, Dylan Eve was definitely not a lewd and reckless man who would treat women carelessly. Perhaps it was because he was the older brother of a long-time friend, or maybe it was because he seemed cold and strong yet dependable, but she had a certain level of trust in him.
However, listening to his words, the atmosphere seemed to take a rather suggestive turn. As various 19+ scenes invaded her mind, Lola’s face flushed.
When she didn’t respond right away, Dylan urged her.
“Lola?”
“Oh, you go first.”
“Okay.”
Watching Dylan walk to the bathroom, Lola touched her flushed face with her hand.
Oh, what should I do?
Did I say we should sleep together for no reason?
What if what she meant and what he understood were two different things?
She wasn’t mentally prepared to sleep with him yet.
Thump, thump, the more she thought about it, the more her heart raced.
After a long while, the sound of the shower stopped abruptly, and Lola became even more restless.
Soon after, with a click, the bathroom door opened, and Lola instinctively sat up. She stood frozen in place, unable to move.
His hair was damp, and he was wearing a bathrobe, looking incredibly sexy. Unlike his usual neat and solemn image, his slightly disheveled appearance seemed even more attractive for some reason.
“Lola, what are you doing without washing up?”
“Huh? Yes. Yes.”
Lost in a daze, Lola responded a bit late. As she brushed past him into the bathroom, she was flustered and didn’t know where to look. His firm chest was visible through the open bathrobe.
