If you move, I'll have sex with you

Serena was silent, she thought about it for a while then she continued ignoring Ross's complains, "Are you sure Enzo didn't marry her for any bussiness purpose? I mean It's such a big thing to marry and he is hiding it from all the people in the family."

"Rena." Ross's tone suddenly became serious, and said in a rare and serious tone, "Enzo is not like us, he is a very clear person who plans his own life. He does everything, it's not Impulse is not a decision."

"I believe he did this, and there must be his own consideration."

"And..." Ross was silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "I can feel that he really cares about that woman very much. So if you see her tomorrow night, Even if you don't you like her or not, don't Show it in front of him, you know how angry he always is?."

Serena tightened her fingers, squeezing her lips and not speaking.

Ross sighed softly: "I said long ago, if you are really interested in Enzo, tell him earlier. Now... he is married, alas, what do you think you are thinking? You can as well come and date me now because your crush has married someone else"

Listening to Ross's sigh, Serena's heart seemed to be cut off by something.

Her eyes were covered with a mist of water, and she clenched her lips and couldn't say a word.

Is everything too late?

She liked him for more than two decades.

The first time she saw him, she fell in love with him.

The more she likes him, the more she fears losing him.

She couldn't touch him, if she does, his body allergy will rise up, she didn't know how to cure him"

She was afraid that her confession would make them unable to do even friends.

But now...

She seemed to have completely lost the opportunity to confess to him, and completely... lost her love.

*

I thought there was one more person in the room, and I wouldn't be used to it. I wouldn't be able to sleep.

In fact, I fell asleep quickly.

The lights went out, and there was silence all around.

In the darkness, each other's breathing was clear.

I was lying on the bed, listening to another breathing sound in the room. Not only did I not feel uncomfortable, but I felt quite at ease.

More secure than usual at any time.

Thinking that I actually let Enzo sleep on the floor, I felt a little bit sad. We had slept on the same bed before; why couldn't I just let him sleep with me here?

I estimated that this was most likely the first time he slept on the ground. My menstruation was the cause.

I didn't know if he was used to it.

Although it was summer, sleeping on the ground would not affect him too much. Letting Enzo sleep on the ground, my conscience was a little uneasy.

"Enzo..."

I moved to the bed little by little, my voice weak and soft. "Are you asleep?"

He replied in seconds, "Not yet."

I was silent for a moment. His magnetic, sultry voice murmured in the dark, "Alice, are you asleep?"

This time, I returned in seconds, "No."

Enzo gave a soft sound of acknowledgment and said, "Did you have something to tell me?"

I grabbed the quilt, hesitated for a few seconds, and asked softly, "Is it uncomfortable to sleep on the floor? Are you not used to it?"

He didn't answer me immediately.

After a moment of silence, he replied, "Well, I'm not used to it. But you don't want me to sleep beside you during your menstrual days, so I'll endure it. Just for you."

I was stunned.

Sure enough... he wasn't used to it?

I grabbed the quilt in my hand again, biting the corner of my lips, and said in a small voice, "Are you okay sleeping there?"

"Very okay."

Although I guessed that he must have slept on the ground for the first time, I heard the sound of "Uh," and the feeling of being overwhelmed with emotion washed over me again.

"Actually, I can go to the sofa."

It must be inappropriate for him to sleep on the small sofa in the living room, but it would be appropriate for me to sleep there given my small body.

I could go to the sofa, and he could go to bed. This matter could be solved perfectly.

But he had to share a room with me.

This was not easy.

I did not believe that he had to fall asleep.

I am not a sleeping pill.

The light was off in the room, and the curtains were closed, making it almost black and impossible to see anything.

I couldn't see the expression on his face at the moment, but listening to his voice, I could guess that he must be frowning and talking, "I will let my woman sleep on the sofa while I sleep on the bed? Baby, if you say that, I can’t do it. Okay, sleep well, don’t worry about me.”

"But..."

"Baby, if you really care for me, let me go to bed. Of course, if you are still worried that I won’t be able to control myself, I’ll say nothing."

I grabbed the little quilt, bit my lips, and after a while of hesitation, asked, "Then can you guarantee that you will behave properly?"

"No."

"..."

"Baby, the woman I like is lying on a bed with me. If a man can still behave properly and sit up, you shouldn’t worry if he will touch you; you should worry about his physical function not being normal."

"..."

"I can only promise not to take the last step with you. But I will definitely be unable to resist holding you, kissing you, or making more intimate moves towards you."

"..."

My face felt hot, and it seemed like steam was coming out of my pores.

He... is too honest.

He said so; how could I respond?

Couldn't he lie to me?

For a time, we were both speechless.

The room was quiet again.

All I could hear was the ticking sound of the second hand of the alarm clock hanging on the wall and the light breathing of the two people in the room.

After three or four minutes of silence, I finished my internal struggle, turned my head, and called softly into the darkness, "Enzo."

"Huh?"

He hadn't fallen asleep yet, still responding to me immediately.

I pulled the corner of the quilt, blushing, and said shyly, "You can come to bed to sleep."

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again, "What about you?"

"Er, this bed is quite big." I pursed my lips and said, a little embarrassed, "It's okay for two people to sleep without touching each other."

I felt guilty for letting him suffer like that. My main reason for rejecting his offer wasn't the menstruation; it was my status. I'm no longer a virgin! What would he say if he found that out?

Before I finished speaking, a dark shadow moved in front of me, and the other side of the big bed dipped instantly.

The little quilt in my hand was taken away.

Before I could react, a strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me into a strong and hot embrace.

His overpowering presence surrounded me, and his scent filled my senses.

(Enzo)
I held the girl firmly in my arms, pulling the quilt over us.

The girl in my arms seemed frightened, struggling for a moment. Her voice, thin and weak, with a trace of panic like a little kitten, pleaded, "Enzo, let me go..."

"Don't move, baby."

Her twisting was stirring the desire I had barely managed to suppress.

Taking a deep breath, I tightened my arms around her waist and said in a hoarse, restrained voice, "I just want to hold you to sleep, not to do anything else. But if you keep moving around and shaking, I can't help but toss you around and have sex with you."