His Unveiled Passion

Stephen ran a bath for Tessa and gently placed her into the tub. Then, he picked up a towel and softly began to wash her delicate, fair skin.

Perhaps it was due to the heat and the steam coming from the bath, but the flush on Tessa's cheeks refused to fade.

The bathtub was quite large, so it didn't feel crowded even though they were using it together.

Tessa leaned against the edge of the tub, letting Stephen wash her body without a single protest.

He felt something stir within him as he laid his eyes on her rosy cheeks. So, he leaned in and gave her a peck.

Then, he did it again, pecking her red cheeks lightly.

It wasn't enough. So, he pressed another fleeting kiss on her lips.

Tessa was sore all over and felt like a drained battery, so she couldn't resist his kisses.

"You're so good for me," he murmured as he continued kissing her cheeks, brows, and eyelids.

After the bath, Stephen carried her back to the bedroom, dried her hair, and changed the bedsheets.

Tessa sat in the chair while Stephen stood behind her, blowing her hair dry.

"Can I stay the night?" he asked softly.

Tessa answered weakly, "I'm really tired and am done for the day. I can't go for another round."

Stephen chuckled softly at her protests. The blow-dryer shifted slightly as his slender fingers combed through her hair. "I swear I'll only be holding you while we sleep tonight. I won't do anything else."

"I don't believe you," she replied promptly.

"I'm serious," he said with a grin.

gone for three rounds. Three rounds that spanned from the afternoon till

was utterly

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head. "I still don't believe

have I ever lied to you?" he asked

sank the second he did. She remarked coldly, "Is that so? Remind me again what you told me back when you decided

Stephen immediately fell silent.

he hastily apologized, saying, "That was all my fault, but you know how it was

let out a cold laugh before replying, "A breakup is one thing, but you also told me that you were only playing with my feelings. What was I supposed to think at the time? Also, what about your scandal with Nancy? Does that not count

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of it. "It was still a

"Fine." He conceded defeat.

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