A blush crept up Tilda’s neck as yesterday’s steamy scene reyed in her mind.


    Was he suggesting to assist her with a bath?


    Wouldn’t this lead to…?


    “Let’s take one together.


    ”


    .


    .


    Library


    Before Tilda’s thoughts could spiral any further, Lyndon scooped her up into his arms.


    Tilda gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck, her eyes wide, “Together?”


    Lyndon, ever yful, raised an eyebrow.


    “Two people in a bath saves water, right?”


    Tilda frowned, speechless.


    Lyndon smirked at her stunned expression, carried her into the bathroom, and what followed unfolded naturally.


    He ced her gently on the sink, his touch feather-light as he removed her sses and clothes.


    Kisses trailed down her skin, each one sending shivers down her spine.


    His technique was impable.


    Tilda leaned into his touch, a yful thought striking her.


    In the future, wouldn’t these real-life experiences make writing romantic scenes a breeze?


    No more awkward references or contrived situations!


    “Lost in your head again?”


    His voice was a husky murmur, his teeth nipping yfully at her corbone.


    Tilda hissed softly, a yful annoyance bubbling up.Content held by N?velDrama.Org.


    “Are you a dog?”


    Lyndon chuckled, lifting his head briefly.


    With a swift movement, he scooped her up again and stepped into the waiting embrace of the bathtub.


    “Maybe I’m a wolf in sheep’s clothing,” he murmured against her ear.


    Tilda couldn’t help butugh.


    Never would she have imagined the cold, reserved Lyndon could be such a passionate force.


    That night, they explored uncharted territories, pushing boundaries until Tilda finally sumbed to sweet exhaustion.


    The warm sunlight filtering through the curtains roused Tilda from a deep sleep.


    She reached for her phone, her stomach growling in protest.


    Had she slept through the entire morning?


    “Awake?”


    Lyndon’s rich voice sent a pleasant shiver down her spine.


    His warm bodyy beside her, radiatingforting heat.


    Tilda turned to face him.


    “What time is it?”


    “Almost noon,” he replied, his voiceced with amusement.


    Sure enough, a nce at the clock confirmed it.


    Tilda groaned in mock despair.


    “Sleeping in again? Your parents will definitely think I’m azy good-for-nothing.


    ”


    Lyndon chuckled softly, his fingers gently stroking a stray strand of hair from her face.


    “Don’t worry about it, love.


    You already figured out my mom isn’t the viin you thought she was, right? Only a true viin would judge a guest for sleeping in.


    ”


    Tilda blinked, momentarily speechless.


    He had a point.