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."

a loss for words. "Molly, what about what we just said?"

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

convinced, trying to pull her hands away. But Molly was quick to cover her face again with her free hand,

successfully dodging the conversation

she was just tired, especially after waking up late into

"Which words?"

beneath him, his lips finding hers in a sweet assault as he whispered

wise to his tricks, demanded, "Tell me when you first fell

hand venturing, only

knew tomorrow would bring its own

gently woken by the broad arms that had held her through

another part of the house, Mia was contemplating how to spark a playful argument with 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

a week rather than a day. Among the items were blankets not unlike those from their own beds, drinks, fruits,

of their over-preparedness for a simple day of cherry picking, hinting at the charming naivety and