He was patient. He would guide her slowly, teach her carefully, until she not only trusted him but also longed to explore every corner of love and pleasure by his side.
That was what love meant—not the selfish hunger of taking, but the discipline to wait and the devotion to cherish.
And if two partners shared that kind of love, there was no fear, no hesitation. Only safety. Only trust.
"I'll be waiting outside," Roman said at last, his baritone warm, carrying a gentleness that wrapped around her like a protective shield.
His lips curved into a soft smile, one so subtle yet powerful it made Julie's insides ache.
It was the kind of smile that killed her defenses slowly, leaving her breathless and helpless against the force of his quiet affection.
He turned, preparing to walk away, his long strides already carrying him toward the door.
But then—
Something warm, smooth, and soft slipped into his hand.
