Ever stubborn, Ernest only slightly relaxed his hold, keeping her close. In their intimate proximity, Elissa caught the familiar scent of her own shampoo and body wash clinging to Ernest’s skin.
“Have you showered here?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her tone.
“Indeed,” Ernest admitted with a nod.
“What time is it?” Elissa stretched toward the nightstand, picked up her phone, and frowned at the screen.
“It’s this late already? Aren’t you exhausted?”
“I’m holding up,” Ernest replied.
“I may not understand the world of business,” Elissa pressed, “but what could be so urgent that you’re burning the midnight oil almost every single day? Don’t you care about your well-being?”
“My health is fine,” Ernest assured her calmly.
“This isn’t just a one-off,” Elissa chided gently. “You’ll run yourself into the ground if you keep this up… Mmm—”
Before she could finish her lecture, Ernest silenced her with a kiss.
In the dim light, his eyes gleamed with mischief. “Can’t sleep?” he asked.
Elissa blinked, mildly exasperated. “You’re the one who woke me up!”
“Well, in that case…”
With a graceful motion, Ernest shifted, his frame settling over Elissa.
Cradling her chin with care, he teased, “I was going to let you rest, given the late hour, but since you’re awake, shall we make the most of it?”
He leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was both gentle and commanding.
“Mmm…”
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Though soft, his kiss carried an undeniable insistence.
Elissa’s hands, initially pressing against his chest in resistance, slowly trailed upward, gliding over his shoulders before looping around his neck.
“Elissa,” Ernest whispered, his voice rich and resonant in the quiet night. “Do you love me?”
Elissa’s cheeks flushed, and she nibbled her lip. “Why ask that now, of all times?”
“Just answer,” Ernest urged softly.
When Elissa hesitated, Ernest leaned in, playfully nipping her lip in gentle reprimand. “Answer properly.”
“I love you,” Elissa confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ernest arched a brow, a teasing glint in his eyes. “What’s that? Can’t hear you.”
Elissa rolled her eyes inwardly. “I love you!” she declared, her tone laced with mock exasperation. “Happy now?”
But Ernest wasn’t done. “How much, hmm?”
Elissa huffed, flustered. “You’re impossible! How am I supposed to quantify that? Words can’t capture it!”
“Is that so?” Ernest’s hands found Elissa’s shoulders, his voice patient yet commanding. “Then repeat after me: I love you enough to stay by your side forever, never to part.”
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