When Love Comes Late by PASSION

He was fully dressed, hands resting casually on his knees, but the shadows that played across his face gave him an unsettling air.

Seeing Matthew, memories of the previous night flooded Stella’s mind, each moment sharp and vivid.

Her tears, breathless gasps, and bold moves replayed in her mind, each scene unfolding with striking clarity.

Her heart raced, and she murmured, “Was it truly not just a dream?”

As she spoke, those heart-pounding images surged back into her mind, overwhelming her with vivid recollections.

She could even recall initiating it clearly.

In a rush of embarrassment, Stella quickly lowered her head, almost burying it in the quilt.

She took several deep breaths, willing herself to calm down and steady her racing heart.

After a moment, she attempted a casual smile and asked, “Don’t you have work today?”

Matthew stood up, his face unreadable, and walked over to the bedside, peering down at Stella.

sensing the heavy tension in the air; Matthew was

low, measured voice, Matthew said,

a document onto the bed, the papers fluttering slightly as they

the bold text on the document,

she could process it, she felt utterly stunned, a wave of indescribable

her? The thought sent

even gone so far as to

in her chest like a

the document, examining it closely

and noticed the date, a sense of calm began to wash

was something

washed over Stella as she realized her

ignored her shifting emotions, his voice rising slightly, edged with coldness as he asked, “You wanted

did

slightly, the memories stirring a mix of regret

had grown strained, and in a fit of anger, she