Can I assist you?
Larisa’s pov
It was the following day after a highly disappointing night. Should I even call it disappointing? What is going on in my head? As for me, it was disappointing because I didn't get what I wanted. I gave in to my urge and went to Dylan's room with an extra blanket, hoping he would invite me in. Perhaps my excessive infatuation with him had clouded my judgment. How could I have thought that would be possible? Although Taylor was already in his room. Stop entertaining thoughts that won't come to pass. The best I could do was indulge in fantasies whenever I had the chance to catch a glimpse of his face.
Leaving my room this morning, I had two missions in mind: to ask Dylan what he would like to eat and to imprint his image in my memory once again. When I reached his room, I knocked twice but received no response. Was he still sleeping at this hour? It was almost 7:30 am. Knocking again yielded no results, so I took the liberty of opening the door. To my surprise, he wasn't in his room. He must have gone to the living room. I should have checked there first before coming to his room. Stop dwelling on unlikely scenarios, Larisa! I scolded myself internally and smiled as I made my way to the living room, confident that he would be there. However, upon arrival, the room was empty. Where could he have gone? Had he gone to his parents' place? Why would he do that? Or was he in Taylor's room? That was the one place I had no intention of setting foot in, but now circumstances had forced me to consider it.
Approaching Taylor's door, I gently knocked and immediately heard Taylor’s voice.
"Come inside," he said, unaware of who was at the door. I opened it and instinctively scanned the room for Dylan, but he was nowhere to be seen. Taylor remained lying on the bed, looking at me expectantly. I folded my arms, feeling frustrated that I had even entered his room to ask such a mundane question.
"What should I prepare for breakfast?" I asked, needing a reason for being there. Asking about his meal preferences was the least romantic thing I wanted to do, and I was already annoyed with myself for entering Taylor’s room to ask such a question. As expected, he smiled at me, likely assuming that I had forgiven him for what transpired the previous day.
"Have you asked Dylan?" he said, and at the mention of his brother's name, a sudden inner joy surfaced within me, prompting me to ask without thinking, "Where is he?"
"He's in my makeshift gym room. Whatever he suggests, you can prepare it for both of us," he replied, not waiting for him to finish before turning to leave the room. Just as I was about to exit, he added, "Darling, there's been a change of plans for the anniversary. Instead of leaving at 11 am, we're now leaving at 2 pm."
I paused to absorb his words, not uttering a single word before leaving the room. My initial thought was that Dylan would be shirtless as he worked out, and my pace quickened as if I were rushing to an important appointment.
When I reached the room, the door was slightly opened, requiring only a gentle push to reveal Dylan on the electric treadmill. He was running, clad only in tight boxers, with streaks of sweat tracing paths down his body. The machine was positioned in a way that he faced away from the door, and I stood by the doorway, admiring the fluid motion of his muscles. Silly as it was, I couldn't help but smile, playfully indulging in something I knew I couldn't have. How fortunate his girlfriend must be to witness his physique every single day.
Who knows how long I stood there, lost in my thoughts, when suddenly Taylor's voice startled me from behind. I had been so absorbed that I hadn't even heard the sound of Taylor's crutches against the floor.
"What did he say he wanted to eat for breakfast?" Taylor asked.
Startled, I widened the door, causing it to make a sharp noise, and Dylan immediately looked back.
"Dylan said he would love to have eggs Benedict," I quickly responded. To my surprise, Dylan glanced at me and nodded his head.
Why did he agree with me, I wondered as I made my way back to the kitchen? And several minutes later, I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen, and the voice I heard was Dylan's. When I turned around, I saw Dylan standing there and he asked.
“Can I assist you?”
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Dylan’s pov
Taylor and I got ready first and waited for Larisa in the living room. When she finally came out, she looked stunning. Her red dress was amazing, showing off her curves. I didn't notice her figure before because she had been wearing loose clothes the day before. The low neckline of her dress hinted at her cleavage. Despite Larisa looking amazing, I noticed that Taylor didn't seem happy at first.
It was around 2 pm when we left the house, and I was the one driving. The journey to the fancy hotel where our parents' anniversary was being held took about an hour.
When we arrived, Taylor reminded me in secret to always be with Larisa, and my old friends and relatives commented after greeting, saying things like "Your fiancée is beautiful." I just smiled and shook my head. I didn't want to reveal that she was my brother's girlfriend.
The party was well-organized, and I had the chance to dance with my mom, who had been wanting to see me. It was a truly joyful moment for all of us, but Taylor stayed seated at a particular place because of his broken leg, giving me the chance to be with Larisa throughout the event. I also noticed that Larisa was delighted to have me around.
It was 8 pm, and the dance floor was open to everyone as the anniversary celebration was coming to an end. The bright lights in the hall were dimmed, creating a more intimate atmosphere. I was standing with Larisa when she started dancing. At one point, she turned her back towards me and danced provocatively. Without realizing it, I placed my hands on her hips, which felt incredibly soft. It made me wonder how soft her breasts might be. But before I could dwell on those thoughts, she danced against me, and I couldn't resist. I held her waist and pressed her against me. We danced, drank, and had a great time until the music stopped.
When she wanted to leave after the event, she gave me a playful look and whispered her room number in my ear. At the time, I didn't take it seriously. She said goodnight, and I went to find Taylor, helping him into his wheelchair. I told him that Larisa had gone to the hotel room, expecting him to ask me to take him there. To my surprise, he said,
"Take me to my room, it's room 12." Larisa's room was number 60, and I couldn't help but feel curious about why they were staying in separate rooms. However, I kept my thoughts to myself. Maybe Taylor noticed my expression because he spoke up when we were halfway to his room. He said,
"My broken leg has prevented me from enjoying myself and even sharing a room with my girlfriend. The doctor advised me not to engage in sexual activity if I want my leg to heal properly."
His words cleared up my curiosity, and after saying goodbye to him as he entered his room, I went to my own room, which was number 40.
After taking a bath, I found myself unable to sleep no matter how long I closed my eyes. I sat on the bed, unable to stop thinking about Larisa. Why did she tell me her room number? Was she expecting me? Should I check on her to see if she had fallen asleep? But then again, we had both consumed a lot of alcohol.
I tried my best not to think about Larisa, but the more I resisted, the more her image kept appearing in my mind. Unable to resist the urge any longer, I left my room and went to hers.
When I arrived at her door, I knocked without saying a word. I waited for her response, deciding that if I knocked again and she didn't answer, I would go back to my room. Just as I was about to knock for the third time, I heard the door opening. She left the door open and went back to the bed, lying on her stomach. I stood there for a few seconds before entering and locking the door behind me.
The room was dimly lit, and she was wearing a short white nightgown. There was a strong emotional pull towards her, and my eyes couldn't help but wander to her behind as she closed her eyes. I climbed onto the bed and lay beside her, waiting to see if she would move away. But she didn't. So, I whispered into her right ear,
"Why don't you spend this night with me instead of my brother? I wasn't myself after you danced provocatively with me." I gently caressed her back and waited for her response.
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