Vinson's breath was so hot and moist that it made Arielle all jittery.
She let go of Vinson's neck and grabbed her ear, only to find herself almost falling backward.
Left with no choice, she hurriedly hugged Vinson's neck again to steady herself.
“I'll take your silence as consent, doctor,” Vinson said with a chuckle.
With that, he held a very anxious Arielle tightly in his arms and went upstairs.
In the blink of an eye, Arielle found herself on the bed in Vinson's room.
Since Vinson had the master bedroom, he had a much larger bed, and the combination of dark and light colors made for a strong contrast.
Arielle sank into the impeccably soft bed as soon as he laid her on it.
“I'm going to take a shower,” Vinson said as he planted a kiss on Arielle's lips. “Give me two minutes.
Arielle bit her lips and nodded.
She was nervous, and understandably so.
Any woman in her situation would be just as terrified, so why would Arielle be an exception?
Once Vinson stepped into the bathroom, Arielle quickly pulled the blanket tightly around her.
She stared at the steamy bathroom as her anxiety spiraled out of control.
What now? What do I have to prepare?
Arielle racked her brain for an answer but to no avail. How could she have one when she knew nothing about being intimate?
Damn it! I'm such an idiot when it comes to romance!
Just as Arielle continued to berate herself, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped.
What? Has Vinson finished, his shower?
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