As they lived together, they would keep realizing the little things they needed, and little by little, their home would fill with belongings that belonged only to the two of them.
After all, this was the home of himself and Shiao Yi.
Dominic lit the wood in the fireplace that was set between the two connected rooms.
The flames flickered, filling the once-chilly space with a warm glow.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he let himself be wrapped in that gentle warmth as he waited quietly for Shiao Yi to return.
Shiao Yi peeked through the door.
When his eyes met Dominic's eyes, he flushed bright red.
Dominic beckoned him closer and Shiao Yi stepped in hesitantly while clutching the bathrobe at his chest as he drew up to the bed.
They had been intimate many times before; it should have felt normal. Yet watching this oddly nervous Shiao Yi made Dominic's own heart start to flutter.
—What is this? Is this like a newlywed's first night?
