Initially, she felt at ease, but a sense of unease crept in. Pushing him slightly away, she questioned, “Is this toothpaste fake? The scent is nauseating."

Sensing her discomfort, Dylan ceased his advances.

“I'm okay," Olivia insisted, her arms around him, a show of strength.

He chuckled at her boldness, marveling at her lack of inhibition. It was a moment of rare intimacy, founded on trust and companionship rather than mere physicality.

Olivia believed she loved Dylan, yet their encounter left her feeling suffocated, a wave of nausea washing over her.