Hannahs face was flushed, and she panted softly, her chest rising and falling rapidly.


    Bryson chuckled softly, warm breath tickling her ear as he said, I might actually be drunk.


    His gaze was so intense it felt as if it could melt ice.


    Hannahs heart raced, and she shyly averted her eyes.


    Talk about something else… she said, her voice barely above a whisper.


    Hannah… Bryson leaned in, his warm breath brushing against her ear as he whispered, Shall we consider having a baby? His deep voice carried a hint of Longing, creating an intimate moment charged with possibility.


    Hannah let out a soft hum. No way! Are you sure? He nibbled on her earlobe, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive skin.


    After a night of passion, Hannah awoke early the next morning and quietly got ready for work, leaving Bryson peacefully asleep at home.


    It was the weekend, and although Hannah had returned home from the office, she kept herself busy with tasks, while Bryson remained upstairs.


    However, before Hannah could finish her tasks, Bryson came downstairs, drawn by the sounds of her movement.


    He leaned against the doorframe, watching her with focused intensity as she worked.


    Sensing his gaze, Hannah nced up and met Brysons eyes, their connection electric.


    He stood on the balcony, silhouetted by the setting sun, which enveloped him in a soft golden light.


    The warm rays created an almost ethereal aura around him, enhancing his features and giving him a radiant, halo-like quality. Bryson waved at her with a yful smile.


    Hannah, just keep working.


    Dont worry about me.


    Hannah hesitated for a moment, then walked toward the balcony.


    Are you hungry? I can whip up something for you.


    Youre going to cook it yourself? Bryson asked.


    Hannah nodded. Alright.


    Just as Hannah turned to walk away, Bryson wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close.


    I wish we could stay like this forever, he whispered softly into her ear Hannah froze for a moment, her cheeks flushing, but she didnt pull away, allowing Bryson to hold her gently.


    Bryson rested his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath tickling her neck as he gently rubbed it, savoring her delicate fragrance.


    He lowered his head and softly nibbled at her neck.


    Bryson, stop it.


    I still have work to do… Hannahs voice softened,ced with a hint of urgency as she turned slightly to meet his gaze.