If she had known who he was from the beginning, she would have walked away without waiting for him to leave her.

Life wasn't a fairy tale, especially not for her.

Her dreams of fairy tales had been shattered long ago.

Edwin was visibly taken aback by her firmness.

His face, usually calm, showed a flicker of surprise. Laura, always gentle, asked him to leave.

"Please go, it wouldn't be right for us to be seen like this."

Edwin reached out, touching her shoulder softly.

“I don't believe you've forgotten us," he whispered.

In a sudden move, he kissed her, his hand tenderly tracing the contours of her body, moving from her slender shoulders down to her waist. Laura had two small dimples there, sensitive to even the lightest touch.

In moments when she was slightly perspiring, the effect was even more striking, almost enchanting.

He yearned to rekindle their shared past, to remind her that their physical connection, at least, remained unchanged.

The kiss deepened, growing more passionate by the second.

In the seclusion of the bedroom, Edwin found himself struggling to contain his desires. After being separated from Laura for so long, he held her delicate form and was consumed by a burning feeling, yearning to possess her at that very moment.

Laura hesitated, torn by conflicting emotions.

Undoubtedly, she had feelings for him.

Yet, as their bodies pressed together, the weight of their disparate backgrounds and the presence of the Evans family downstairs left her feeling uncomfortably rigid, though she conceded.

"What's troubling you? Don't you want this?"

Edwin traced with his tongue the path of her teardrops as he asked, his tone soft and tender.

Unable to resist, he captured her lips once more.

Outside the window, in that instant, fireworks sparked in a brilliant display of light and color.