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."

for words. "Molly, what about what we

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

quick to cover her face again with

tired," she cooed, successfully dodging the conversation but content

especially after waking up late into

"Which words?"

banter continued until Chad, unable to hide his frustration any longer, pinned Molly beneath him, his lips finding hers in a sweet assault as he

me when you first fell for

with a deep, passionate kiss, his hand venturing, only to be caught by

reluctantly holding back, knew tomorrow would bring

arms that had held her through the night, a subtle punishment for

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

for a day out, loading Leo's car with what seemed like provisions for a week rather than a day. Among the items were blankets

by Anya's enthusiasm, questioned the practicality of their over-preparedness for a simple day of cherry