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."

loss for words. "Molly, what about what we just said?" He had opened up, hoping Molly

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

quick to cover her face again with her free

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

especially after waking up late

"Which words?"

Chad, unable to hide his frustration any longer, pinned Molly beneath him, his lips finding hers in a

now wise to his tricks, demanded, "Tell me when you first fell for me, then I'll share what

hand venturing, only to be caught by Molly. "Chad,

knew tomorrow would bring

was gently woken by the broad arms that had held her through the night, a subtle

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

out, loading Leo's car with what seemed like provisions for a week rather than a day. Among the items were blankets not unlike those from their own beds, drinks,

enthusiasm, questioned the practicality of their over-preparedness for a simple day of cherry picking, hinting at the charming naivety and the tender love that filled