Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

In the dimly lit room, Chad, being so close, could clearly see the girl beneath him. Locking eyes with her, his grip around her hand tightened. "I thought you knew, without me having to say it." Molly shot back with the same sentiment, "Then I also thought you'd know without me having to say it."

Officer Chad was momentarily speechless.

He leaned in for a kiss, but Molly, in a huff, turned her face away, causing Chad's lips to land on her cheek instead.

"Molly, how about we both just say what's in our hearts, okay?"

Molly, a bit reluctantly but with a sly look in her eyes, responded, "You first."

Chad, usually sharp, found himself unwittingly falling into this little trap for the first time.

After a moment to collect his thoughts, his voice, slightly trembling yet magnetically charming, whispered into Molly's ear, "Molly, I love you. Seems like I've fallen for you a long time ago." Molly's heart skipped a beat, the fluttering feelings inside her awakened, causing her heart to race.

The next second, Chad's lips found her earlobe, sending a shiver through her body and causing her hands to instinctively push against his firm chest. "Molly, your turn now."

Molly blinked, her cheeks flushed, "Let's just sleep."

about what we just

covering her face, insisted, "Let's sleep, Chad. We've got a

pull her hands away. But Molly was quick to cover her

sleep. I'm really tired," she cooed, successfully dodging the conversation but

better than to believe she was just tired, especially after waking up

"Which words?"

Molly beneath him, his lips finding hers in a sweet

"Tell me when you first fell for me, then I'll share

venturing,

reluctantly holding back, knew tomorrow would bring its

had held her through the night,

her husband, Andre, possibly to secure a few days of carefree living at her parents' house. But her plans were quickly thwarted by Andre's stern gaze and a reminder to keep a distance from

seemed like provisions for a week rather than a day. Among the items were blankets not unlike those from their own beds, drinks, fruits, and even snacks for

questioned the practicality of their over-preparedness for a simple day of cherry