The next day arrived swiftly, with the golden morning sunlight casting soft rays across Rose’s face, causing her to stir in bed.
“Oh my goodness… is it morning already?” she murmured softly, her eyes still shut.
“What is this, though? So hard…” she mumbled drowsily as her hand continued absentmindedly touching something firm.
Without thinking, she cupped it in her hand.
“I thought someone wanted us to keep our hands to ourselves last night?” Dylan’s teasing voice suddenly echoed through the room.
Rose’s eyes flew open instantly, only to realize that her hand was firmly cupping Dylan’s chest.
“Oh, fuck!” she shrieked, springing off the bed so quickly that she nearly tripped over her own feet.
Her cheeks flushed a deep red as realization dawned on her.
“No wonder it was so hard,” she muttered to herself in embarrassment.
“I kept wondering why my pillow felt so weird. I completely forgot I had a man sleeping in my room last night.”
“I like it, though,” Dylan replied with an amused grin before climbing out of bed.
Stretching lazily, he smiled at her.
“Come on. Let’s get ready for the day and grab something nice at the restaurant. We have something worth celebrating.”
“Celebrating?” Rose asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
“Celebrating what?”
Instead of answering her question, Dylan simply flashed her a mysterious smile before making his way into the bathroom.
Rose remained standing there for a while and eventually let out a long, frustrated sigh before flopping back onto the bed.
“What is he talking about now?” she grumbled quietly.
“What are we celebrating? Him sleeping in my room?”
Minutes slowly crawled by.
After what felt like forever, the bathroom door finally opened while Dylan stepped out with water still dripping from his damp black hair down his broad shoulders and toned chest.
A white towel was tied securely around his waist while his upper body remained completely bare.
“Rose…”
There was no response.
“Rosy?”
Still nothing.
“Rosyyyyy?”
Dylan called her name several more times before finally walking over and gently tapping her shoulder.
Only then did Rose snap back to reality.
“Are you okay?” Dylan asked with concern as he leaned closer to inspect her face.
Their faces were now only inches apart as Rose could feel his warm breath brushing gently against her skin, making it incredibly difficult for her to think straight.
Her heartbeat quickened while she swallowed hard several times, unable to form a single sentence.
“Go… go away from here!” Rose finally blurted out.
She immediately pushed Dylan backward before hurriedly rushing into the bathroom and locking the door behind her.
Resting her back against the door, she took several deep breaths before removing her clothes.
Without wasting another second, she stepped beneath the shower, allowing the cool water to cascade from the top of her head all the way down to her feet.
“What a temptation…” she whispered under her breath as she closed her eyes.
“I almost kissed him.”
The realization alone was enough to make her face heat up all over again.
Several minutes later, after finishing her bath and washing her hair, Rose wrapped a towel securely around her body before stepping back into the bedroom.
“Huh?”
Her eyes swept around the room.
“Where’s he?”
There was no sign of Dylan anywhere.
A moment later, her gaze landed on his suitcase resting quietly beside the bed.
“It’s still here,” she murmured thoughtfully.
“That means he’s still around somewhere.”
A small smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.
“Did he actually leave the room to give me some privacy while I get dressed?” she wondered aloud. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
“Well… that’s actually really thoughtful. I was wondering how I was supposed to change clothes with him standing here. Thank goodness he figured that out.”
Without wasting any more time, Rose quickly got dressed.
She slipped into a beautiful yellow sundress that perfectly complemented her fair skin, while her soft blonde curls flowed elegantly over her shoulders.
Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she reached for the doorknob and stepped outside.
Thud!
She immediately collided with something solid.
Losing her balance, Rose stumbled backwards but before she could fall, a strong hand caught hers while another wrapped firmly around her waist, pulling her safely against a warm body.
She then finally looked up.
It was Dylan.
“You’re here,” Rose said softly, surprised.
Realizing how close they were standing, she quickly freed herself from Dylan’s embrace before nervously smoothing out the front of her dress, despite there being absolutely nothing wrong with it..
“I know you want me gone, but not yet, Rosy,” Dylan uttered with a mysterious smile.
Before Rose could even ask what he meant, he suddenly grabbed her hand and began walking, practically pulling her along behind him.
“Where the fuck are we going?” Rose demanded, confusion written all over her face as she struggled to keep up with his long strides.
Dylan simply smiled without giving her an answer.
He remained silent the entire way not until they were only a short distance away from the academy’s five-star restaurant.
Only then did he finally stop.
Reaching into his pocket, Dylan pulled out a black mask and carefully put it on, concealing most of his face and hair while leaving only his eyes, nose, and mouth visible so he could breathe comfortably.
Rose blinked in confusion.
“Huh? What are you doing?” she asked, tilting her head.
“What’s with the mask?”