Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Molly stayed silent, her eyes darting away from Chad's intense gaze.

Chad, noticing her lack of resistance, even though he was a bit startled, shrank back slightly, his face turning a deep shade of red, almost as if he might start bleeding.

Swallowing hard, Chad moved closer to Molly's lips. This time, instead of his usual forceful and domineering kiss, he approached her like a slow-motion scene from a movie, inching closer and closer... ten centimeters, seven centimeters, five centimeters, three centimeters...

Molly had numerous chances to back away, but Chad cautiously watched her reactions, waiting for any sign of refusal.

In that moment, Molly's mind was racing. She remembered her sister Mia's blunt assessment, "Molly, you're just confused." Indeed, she was confused.

Mia had given her an example, "Imagine there's a job that's perfect for you, one you might love in the future, but right now, because you're still a student and haven't entered the workforce, you're resistant to it. You're unsure about accepting the job, thinking you'll eventually get it anyway, but you can't quite get your head around this shift in mindset. Now, replace 'job' with 'Chad' and see."

Feeling the increasing pressure as Chad got closer, inching from centimeters to millimeters...

Molly's palms grew sweaty with nervousness, Mia's words echoing in her mind, "Molly, you can't think of Chad as your brother anymore; you need to see him as a mature man. I get your initial discomfort, like if Cooper and I suddenly had to share a bed, one of us wouldn't make it. But you and Chad are married now. Remember, you're his wife. There are certain duties in a marriage that you might try fulfilling, crushing any discomfort, and maybe take the initiative once in a while, just like when you flirted with Chad before. A little move on your part and Chad will be over the moon. I swear, you take the lead by just 0.1%, and you won't have to worry about the rest."

Finally, Chad's lips met Molly's, who remained passive, her body stiff, their eyes locked, Chad's intentions clear through his actions and unspoken words.

Yet he didn't want to force Molly into anything, wanting their first memory to be untainted and beautiful.

Molly's thoughts snapped back to the present, her breath warm and her throat dry. With a hesitant voice, she whispered, "Okay, Chad, I'll close my eyes." And thus, she embarked on this adventure with Chad.

Molly's nightgown, his palms sweaty against her dress. Seeing her

increasingly puzzled about

an eternity, Chad remained motionless. Confused, Molly wondered if Chad didn't understand

her eyes is a sign of consent, right? Clearly, Chad's lack of romantic novel

if brushed with rouge, her hand reaching for

on top remained unresponsive, infuriating Molly. Opening her eyes in annoyance, she was about to rebuke Chad when suddenly,

untie her waistband, was covered by his rough, warm palm. Then, Chad firmly held her

the buttons of his nightshirt, only seeing Chad's profile. Her mouth seemed overtaken by

she whispered, her voice unlike any she'd heard from herself before - low

was husky, Molly never having heard him like this, his voice

undone by Chad, spread open on either side. When his hand touched her waist, she shivered, his touch on her silky skin making her clench her fists. But she couldn't manage to unbutton a single

speechless as the room's light

only her arms, tightly wrapped around his

touched left

he cherished every inch of

in mid-air,

desiring yet cautious not to hurt

between them reduced to zero, then