Dorothy only realized something was off as she settled into the car, headed towards Bay Residence.

How on earth did Everett know about her twisted ankle? Everett was focused on the road; he addressed her unspoken question before she could voice it.

"The car you saw this morning, it was mine." "Oh..." Dorothy found herself at a loss for words.

Pursuing this topic would unavoidably lead to explaining why she hadn't invited Everett to pay respects to her mother.

He didn't press further, though. Despite both sitting in the front, an invisible wall seemed to have erected between them. Neither had the courage to tear it down.

Back at home, Everett headed straight for the master bathroom to shower.

Dorothy knew that even he himself couldn't stand that smell of smoke! She checked on the kids upstairs; the hired chef had already prepared their dinner, and they were now scattered, each absorbed in their own activities.

returning to the bedroom, she noticed Everett hadn't turned

enveloped, and in a swift motion, she was lifted into the air

as ever, his Adam's apple bobbing as he spoke. The smoky scent was gone, replaced by his own unique

wearing any, her

a teenager

she could adjust, he began to move with a fervor that left her wincing in pain, but she bit her lip,

a desperate intensity, sealing her lips

small boat adrift on the sea, pushed by relentless waves, unsure of where to anchor

she could do was relax as best she could, meeting his

Eventually, Dorothy sensed this wasn't about pleasure for him; he was desperately trying

he was the only man who could touch her, possess her

out, embracing his narrow waist,

leave me," Everett's voice was raw as he

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