Chapter318
"Okay," he replied, watching her retreat to the bedroom before turning to the kitchen to make the chili oil noodles.
Diana entered her room with the intention of grabbing her pajamas to take a shower.
But, holding the pajamas in her hand, she paused to reconsider and instead picked up a sultry silver-white silk nightgown.
This particular nightgown was a gift from Teresa.
Teresa always had an overabundance of clothes, many of which she never wore, and would just hand them down to Diana by the boxful, delivered right to her door.
Fortunately, Diana and Teresa were of a similar build. Teresa's outfits fit her perfectly.
With the nightgown in hand, Diana also snagged a pair of seductive black lace panties and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
As she stood at the vanity removing her makeup, the thought of a possible encounter with Douglas sent her heart racing uncontrollably.
She scolded herself internally—she was far from inexperienced, probably even more so than Douglas. There was no reason to be nervous.
Slapping her cheeks lightly, Diana quickly composed herself and finished her cleansing routine.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, although Douglas was a novice, his movements were surprisingly orderly and elegant as he set out to make noodles.
The key to chili oil noodles is mastering the texture—achieving that perfect al dente. Once the noodles are cooked, all that's left is topping them with chopped green onions and seasonings before drizzling them with hot oil.
After preparing the noodles, Douglas went to check on Diana, only to find she was still in the bathroom, so he knocked on the door.
"Sis, dinner's ready," he called out.
Inside, Diana had just finished dressing and felt her pulse quicken at the sound. "Almost ready, you go ahead and eat," she replied hurriedly.
"Okay," answered Douglas, "no rush, take your time."
He said this, but he didn't leave. Instead, he waited by the bathroom door for Diana to emerge.
A couple of minutes passed before the bathroom door slid open, revealing Diana in her sensuous silver-white silk nightgown.
Douglas gulped as he saw her in the semi-translucent nightgown, her silhouette barely covered.
Especially now, fresh from her shower, her light, enticing fragrance lingered around her, damp ebony locks cascading down her shoulders. Everything about her screamed temptation.
"Why didn't you start eating?" Diana asked, feigning calm as she noticed Douglas still at the door. She glanced at him and walked past him.
She had barely taken two steps when a long arm slung across her waist, sweeping her into a firm embrace that brought her chest-to-chest with a warm presence.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” Enfolding Diana in his arms, Douglas tightened his hold and looked down into her eyes, his voice a low, teasing rumble.
Diana met his gaze, a playful smile dancing on her lips, feigning innocence. “How am I possibly seducing you?”
“Every inch of you,” he murmured before lowering his head to capture her lips in a kiss that spoke more than words ever could.
Gazing into his handsome, earnest face, Diana slowly closed her eyes, melting into his kiss.
Outside, the chill of winter raged, but inside the confines of the small apartment, the temperature was steadily climbing...
...
Perhaps it was his youth, but Douglas’s vigor was astonishing.
Two hours later, they finally lay still.
Resting contentedly in Douglas's embrace, Diana was surrounded by an afterglow that lingered.
It had been too long since she had experienced such intense joy.
Her past encounters with Liam had always been about appeasing him, leaving her feelings aside.
But with Douglas, it was different—it seemed his utmost pleasure was derived from her happiness.
This feeling was new and indescribably wonderful.
“Gurgle...”
The sound of her stomach rumbling was unexpected and ill-timed.
Douglas chuckled, hearing the sound. “Looks like noodles are off the menu. How about some pasta? Give me ten minutes, tops.”
“Sure,” she agreed, blushing slightly, and watched as Douglas got out of bed and threw on some clothes before heading to the kitchen.
Lying back down, she was struck by the surreal nature of the situation.
She had just slept with her classmate’s brother and enjoyed it more than she had ever imagined.
But why should she worry? She wasn’t doing anything wrong. There was nothing to be afraid of.
With that thought, she took a deep breath, got out of bed, and found a fresh nightgown to slip into.
Joining Douglas in the kitchen, she offered, “Need a hand?”
“Yeah, that’d be great!” he responded, without a hint of formality, happy to share the kitchen with her.
Diana watched him, speechless.
Having already spoken up, she couldn't take it back now, so she stepped up to the stove and focused on cooking the pasta.
Douglas chuckled and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close to his chest. Nuzzling her cheek, he rested his chin on her shoulder and whispered warmly near her ear, "You look great when you make pasta. Do you know that?"
