Curtis lay flat on his back on the bed.
He looked somewhat defeated, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling, then closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"Kota."
Curtis's voice was hoarse, "Do you understand what it means not to provoke a man who just woke up in the morning?"
Dakota's expression turned incredulous.
She didn't understand.
She shook her head.
She even reached out to push Curtis, "Do we have any condoms or something?"
Curtis glanced at her with a complex expression.
Dakota blinked at him, "I remember there were some? Your parents sent them when we were decorating the marital home? Are they in the drawer? Let me look—"
She said this as she got up.
Wanting to crawl over Curtis to find them.
But as soon as she moved, before she could reach the drawer, she felt something strange brush against her.
In that instant, it felt like an electric current passed through.
Both of them froze.
Even Dakota, who hadn't understood Curtis's words earlier, stood there like a statue.
And Curtis, who had been enduring and holding his defenses, collapsed at this moment. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and sighed tightly.
"Kota."
Dakota's cheeks turned almost instantly crimson!
She jumped up like a crab thrown into a pot, her entire body flushing red.
"I, I, I..."
Dakota hastily crawled away from him, blushing and tightening the blanket, "I really didn't mean to..."
Curtis lay on his back without responding.
He slowly raised his hand, his knuckles clearly visible as they ran through his hair, curling and tightening. The veins on his broad hand also started to bulge.
Dakota looked at him nervously.
She saw his sexy, prominent Adam's apple bobbing, and his lips slightly parted, though he didn't make a sound, the movement was full of lethal temptation!
Curtis seemed to be calming down and suppressing his feelings.
After a long while, he lifted his eyelids, staring at Dakota with his deep black eyes.
"You… are you okay?" she asked hesitantly.
After all, it was her mistake that caused discomfort to Curtis, making her feel guilty even defending herself.
Curtis responded with a cold chuckle, "What do you think?"
"...I guess it should be okay." Dakota hugged the blanket and retreated a bit worriedly.
Now there was no need for her to pretend anymore.
The bedroom was filled with an intimate atmosphere.
Though nothing happened last night, the earlier incident added a layer of intimacy.
It was simply a lethal temptation...
"Ding dong—"
At that moment, the doorbell rang downstairs.
Dakota now felt like her in-laws were saviors. She reached out to rub her hot ears, "Um... your parents seem to have arrived."
Curtis responded with a tight "Mm."
He sat up, pressing the blanket down, one arm supporting him, the defined lines of his forearm muscles showing strength and determination, the hormonal aura almost palpable.
It was the first time Dakota felt this way.
That Curtis, when not being annoying, could actually be quite masculine...
But she quickly looked away, hurriedly throwing off the blanket, getting out of bed, and walking to Curtis's side table, opening the drawer to find the condoms.
Her cheeks were even redder, "I, I'll take a few out and put them outside, to pretend that we... you know..."
"Mm." Curtis's voice was still hoarse.
He sat there calmly for a moment, regaining his composure before getting out of bed, "I'll go open the door."
Dakota still kept her head down, not daring to look at him.
She clumsily and awkwardly unpacked the boxes, feeling like the paper boxes and plastic wrapping were burning hot.
"Click—"
The sound of the door lock echoed behind her.
Dakota thought Curtis had gone out and, frustrated, stomped around barefoot on the carpet.
But she forgot that the first sound was the door unlocking.
The second sound meant he had left.
Hearing Dakota's stomping sounds, Curtis lazily turned his head and gave a careless smirk.
This was the second time she'd climbed into his bed willingly.
And brushed against him like that.
And still won't admit she likes him?
Tsk.
But Curtis, considering the girl's dignity, didn't bother to point it out, nor did he remind her that she was stomping too early. He silently turned around and went downstairs to open the door.
Outside the villa at Whispering Pines, Reagan and Andre waited for a while after ringing the bell, but the newlyweds didn't come to open the door.
"Honey."
Reagan was somewhat dejected, "Do you think we might be turned away today?"
She deliberately didn't call Curtis beforehand.
She knew her son well enough to understand that if she gave him advance notice, he would find a hundred ways to stop her.
But Reagan was brought up with excellent manners.
She really wanted to visit Whispering Pines but felt that even as a mother, she shouldn't barge in unannounced. So she decided to give Dakota a call ahead of time.
Dakota did say they were at Whispering Pines.
But...
The information from the auction house suggested that Dakota had been staying at Maplewood Lane, which couldn't be denied.
But Andre was quite sure, "No."
Although he could tell that Dakota didn't really have romantic feelings for his son, still...
"Kota has never been good at lying since she was a child." He still had a basic understanding of her.
Reagan nodded in agreement, "True."
So they waited outside a bit longer.
In just a few minutes, the door opened, and the couple saw Curtis, looking lazy and half-asleep, leaning against the door frame with his hands in his pockets.
"Why don't you two enjoy your weekend alone instead of waking people up bright and early?"
Reagan pushed past him with a playful scold, "We're not here to see you. Where's Kota?"
"Not up yet," Curtis replied, sounding nonchalant.
He straightened up lazily to let them pass, yawning as he followed them inside.
But he didn't expect,
as soon as he turned, he was met with the warm and fragrant presence of Dakota, followed by a sweet scent invading his nostrils.
Curtis slowly lowered his eyelashes.
and met a pair of sparkling eyes. Dakota's eyes seemed to hold a tender spring, looking at him with a hook-like allure, "Good morning!"
Even her melodious voice seemed to tug at his reason.
Dakota reached out to wrap her arm around Curtis's, tilting her head to rest on his shoulder, "Honey."
