Lena's pov
something felt so good. The scent in the room was breathtaking. If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up.
Slowly, I opened my eyes. A man stood by the bed—no, a figure too perfect to be real. Clean-shaven, just how I liked it. His bare skin caught the soft light, smooth and flawless. I blinked again, struggling to fully open my eyes, unsure if I was still dreaming.
His hands were on my skin—gentle, unhurried.
"You're awake," he said.
Ethan. My fake husband, my maybe-boyfriend… or whatever this was becoming.
He leaned down and kissed me—slow, deep, meaningful. I smiled against his lips, feeling strangely light.
"I made you breakfast," he said.
"What happened to keeping it low?" I teased, pushing up into his arms.
"Good morning," he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "How was your night?"
"Better than yesterday," I replied, feeling my heart tug.
He kissed my forehead, and I pulled away to freshen up in the bathroom. A part of me was still trying to catch up with whatever this was between us. Something had shifted. Something real.
When I came back to the room, the aroma of food filled the air. A tray of breakfast sat beside the bed, looking like something out of a magazine.
"Did you make this?" I asked, standing by the door, letting the smell hit me.
Ethan approached me slowly, his presence engulfing the space between us. "What if I did?" he whispered, pressing me against his chest.
I could feel him—his arousal hard and demanding against my body. My breath hitched as my nipples hardened under his touch, heat spreading across my skin like wildfire.
He sat me down gently on his lap, never breaking eye contact. My heart thundered. His hands moved over my thighs, igniting every nerve ending.
"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice husky.
"I know," I whispered, teasing, but my voice trembled.
He inhaled sharply. His fingers moved slowly to my inner thighs, each second intensifying the ache between my legs.
"Say it," he whispered.
I didn't know what to say—only that every inch of me wanted him.
"Ethan…" I finally said.
He nodded, encouraging me.
"I want you…"
That was all it took. He slid inside me slowly, tenderly, his rhythm starting soft, deliberate. I moaned his name, and with every sound I made, he moved deeper, faster. I lost count of the moments, the gasps, the waves of pleasure that crashed over me, one after another. My body trembled under his, yet I'd never felt more alive.
He watched me the whole time. His gaze was intense, almost reverent. Then he gently lifted me and placed me back on the bed. Sitting at the edge, he beckoned me with a crooked finger.
I knelt in front of him, slowly tugging his pajama pants down.
"Have you ever done this before?" he asked.
"What?" I said, playing innocent.
"Blow someone," he said softly, his eyes warm and curious.
"No," I admitted.
"That's okay. Let me guide you."
I followed his every word like a student desperate to impress. He groaned, gripping my hair, moaning my name. I watched his toes curl, his body tremble—just like mine had.
He pushed me back on the bed, spreading my legs as he hovered above me, then entered me again. This time it was deeper, slower, more intimate. I clung to him, not wanting to let go.
When we were spent, we collapsed into each other's arms. Laughing, glowing, feeding each other bits of breakfast as the sun rose through the curtains.
As I helped him adjust his collar, I asked, "So… what happens now?"
"On what?" he asked, pretending not to know.
"Us."
"We take it slowly," he said, smiling. "But not this morning."
We both chuckled.
He reached for my hand, pulling me gently toward him. "I promise I won't hurt you," he whispered. Then he placed a kiss on my forehead. "And I think I'm soundproofing our bedroom."
I laughed, shaking my head. "You better."
We both got ready for the day, and since we were riding in the same car, Ethan insisted on dropping me off at school.
As I checked myself in the mirror, I noticed it—right there on my neck.
A hickey.
"Ethan!" I gasped. "Really?"
"What?" he asked, trying not to laugh.
"My classmates are going to tease me!"
"You got my gift," he said with a smirk. "They better get used to it."
We walked side by side, his hand brushing mine over and over until he finally laced his fingers through mine. I let him.
"Good morning, sir. Ma'am," a new bodyguard greeted us at the gate.
"Who are you? Where's the other guy?" I asked, confused.
"Meet the new live-in bodyguard," Ethan replied.
"Really, Ethan?" I teased, remembering how I'd jokingly flirted with the last one.
He raised a brow. "Jealous much?"
"He's gay too," he added casually.
I rolled my eyes as we got into the car, both of us still smiling.
And just like that, the day began—but something had changed.
And I didn't mind it one bit.