As she lifted her head to observe the falling snow, Olivia extended her hand to catch the delicate flakes.

Dylan clasped her hand in his.

His hands provided warmth against her cold ones, his voice tinged with affection. "Let's go inside. You can still enjoy the snow through the window."

Embracing her, Dylan escorted her back to their apartment.

As the door opened, he eagerly pressed her against it, showering her with gentle kisses.

He peppered kisses on her beautiful eyebrows, eyes, and nose.

His lips finally met hers, gradually melting her resistance. Olivia was nearly overwhelmed by his affectionate kisses. As he deepened the kiss, she parted her lips to welcome his tongue.

Her compliance only fueled his desire further.

He wished he could take things slower, but he found himself unable to resist the urgency of the moment. Leaning close, he murmured, "Do you prefer me or dinner first?"

Olivia sensed her body yearning for him, But on second thought, she considered the importance of maintaining a sense of reserve as a woman.

Dylan removed her coat and scarf, tossing them onto the sofa. Olivia was clad in a chic black sweater, accentuating her curves and even revealing part of her shoulder.

Unable to resist, he pressed kisses to her exposed shoulder.

Her back arched in response to his touch, her hair cascading over the sofa's armrest and onto the wood floor.

Sensing his kisses, Olivia tenderly grabbed his hair.

She whispered, "Let's eat dinner first."

Dylan looked at her intently before suddenly taking her hand and guiding it to his groin. Despite his suggestive humor, Olivia remained silent, her cheeks flushing.

Chuckling softly, Dylan rested his head on her shoulder.

Tenderly, he held her hand, stroking it with affection.

After regaining his composure, he kissed her and announced, “I'll prepare dinner. Get people to bring the groceries here earlier on."

Dylan prepared a selection of homemade dishes.

The spread included grilled pork chops, salad, and French onion soup—Dylan had prepared quite the spread. He also brewed some fruit tea, knowing it was Olivia's favorite. Carrying a tray with the tea pot and a delicate teacup, he found her reclining on the sofa by the window.

Snow continued to fall outside.

She lay against the back of the sofa, illuminated by the room's bright light, allowing him to see each of her eyelashes clearly.

He didn't disturb her.