While they were locked in a passionate kiss, he slid his hand under the hem of Camila's clothes, gently caressing the silky skin of her waist.

His voice was husky, his warm hand tracing her earlobe as he confessed, "Mila, I like you."

Recent times had been full of challenges. Additionally, Camila had just had a baby, so their physical intimacy had taken a back seat.

He was a regular man, unable to restrain himself in the presence of the woman he loved.

His desires were beyond his control.

Camila was swept away by his passion.

It wasn't until she found herself completely undressed that she realized what was transpiring.

But it was too late by then.

She lay on the plush quilt, enveloped by his warm body.

After a while, Camila felt a soreness throughout her body and exhaustion seeping in.

She was so tired she didn't want to move. Her voice hoarse, intermixed with hot breath, she asked, "Help me get the medicine from the drawer."

Isaac fetched a warm, damp towel, intending to clean her body.

Hearing her request, he frowned and questioned, "What?"

Then he became nervous.

"Are you sick? Why wasn't I aware? Are you feeling unwell?"

He quickly set about checking her.

"No," Camila responded, shaking her head.

Isaac sat on the edge of the bed. He slid his hand under the quilt and began to wipe her down, asking in a low tone, "What is it then?"

“Contraceptive pill," Camila answered.

Having a baby would be challenging for her.