Dylan's apartment in Duefron boasted a prime location.

He gave Olivia a tour. The 180-square-meter flat featured floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a splendid view.

As evening fell, the sky was adorned with unexpectedly red clouds.

Olivia leaned against the window, gazing outside, while Dylan unpacked his belongings. Soon, he approached her, wrapping his arms around her slender waist from behind and drawing her close. She noticed how he particularly enjoyed holding her like this.

Resting his chin on her delicate shoulder, Dylan nuzzled his cheek against her soft neck.

His hard stubble caused her a slight discomfort.

Olivia spoke softly. “I'm hungry. Aren't we going out for dinner?"

With his arms still wrapped around her waist, he gently turned her to face him, enveloping her in his embrace. Lowering his head, he leaned in to kiss her. Initially, it was a tender and shallow kiss, and she felt at ease. However, something shifted. He lightly grasped her chin, his movements carrying a subtle suggestion. Her body quivered slightly, and she hesitantly opened her lips.

He deepened the kiss, his lips moist against hers.

Olivia sensed Dylan's warm breath against the tip of her nose, its intensity nearly overwhelming. They stumbled towards the sofa, where he continued to hold her waist. Sensing her lack of resistance, he tenderly caressed her firm waistline while kissing her softly.

She let out a soft whimper. "Dylan!"

He kissed the corner of her mouth, offering comfort, his hand lingering on her body as he continued to caress her gently.

Eventually, she grew limp beneath him, breathing softly, still hesitant to meet his gaze.

Dylan chuckled softly.

They pressed their foreheads together, embracing each other. It felt comforting. Perhaps their relationship was a blend of friendship and familial affection, but Olivia cherished this sense of peace.

After all, who wouldn't appreciate being treated kindly?

Blushing, she pushed him gently. "Get up. Let's go find something to eat. I'm starving."

Placing his hands on either side of her, Dylan did a few push-ups, eliciting an even deeper blush from her. He kissed her lightly and said, "I'm a great cook. How about we dine in from now on?"

Not keen on the idea, Olivia hurriedly suggested, “We should dine out a few times a month. If we always eat at home, I might get bored of it."

Her voice trailed off as she spoke, growing increasingly embarrassed.

She couldn't cook and was particular about her food.

Dylan didn't mind at all. He was more than happy to indulge her.

Reaching out, he playfully pinched her cheek. “We'll dine out once or twice a week, and I won't give you the chance to grow tired of it."

He said those words with a hint of implication.