The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

The things she had in mind were written all over her face as she continued staring at droplets of water streaming down the man’s sturdy pecs and abs.

“I-I’ll head over and take a shower as well!”

She rushed into the bathroom with the set of pajamas she had gotten herself and continued blushing throughout the way.

Sebastian thought he would feel a strong urge to engage himself with a raunchy activity with her after being apart for such a long time.

After all, he was head over heels in love with her. However, he was confused by the fact he wasn’t as enthusiastic to carry on with the session when he caught her lustful expression.

Is something wrong with me? Have I not gotten used to her being affectionate yet? Does it have something to do with the fact she’s no longer her timid self?

Creak!

After making her way out of the bathroom, Sasha, who had put on the nightgown he got her a long time ago, marched in his direction and greeted in a mellifluous tone, “Darling…”

No ordinary man could resist her seductive voice. However, Sebastian, who was reading a book, had no intention to carry on with the session.

In fact, he was overwhelmed by an odd sensation when she joined him in bed and continued sashaying her way to him.

Seconds after he snapped out of confusion, he jolted out from bed and said, “Why don’t you go ahead and sleep without me? There are still some things I need to tend to! I’ll be heading back to the study!”

marched out of the room without any hesitation, leaving a confused

up to? What’s so important to the extent he’s willing to dismiss me and my presence after being apart for

wrath. Nonetheless, she fell into a deep slumber and wasn’t aware if Sebastian had made his way back to the room in the middle

Sebastian was nowhere to be seen next to her the moment she was roused from her

are you guys heading out

have you seen Sebastian?” Sasha asked in return the moment she

a follow-up session with his mother. I think he’ll be heading back soon since

thought Sasha was afraid he might not make it

went dead silent and

her way down the stairs with a disheveled look, brought herself

“Are you a fake?”

disbelief. She

know what? You stink when you’re supposed to smell

way down the stairs, leaving the

turned pale when she heard Sabrina’s remarks. Glaring at Sabrina in the eyes, her face scrunched up in irritation as

maniac over there used to spend quite some time

lost herself in the process of thought, another unwanted guest showed up at

what brings you here early in