Jayson had never been one to explain himself. He was always the one people looked to for approval, so why would he bother to explain himself to Sidney again?
"I already said I didn't. Believe it or not," he said, uninterested in arguing further, grabbing his clothes to go take a shower.
Sidney covered her head with the blanket, feeling sad. As expected, two people who had never been in a relationship suddenly getting married required a lot of adjustment, and now they were already fighting.
She felt that the tone he used when speaking to her was like that of a boss talking to an employee. She just didn't want him to speak to her like that whenever he was angry. If he was upset, couldn't he just talk to her calmly?
She pretended to sleep under the blanket. After he finished his shower, he didn't come straight to bed, instead leaving the room. She thought he was still angry and probably wouldn't come back tonight. She peeked her head out and started counting sheep. However, by the time she had lost track of how many sheep she had counted, her mind became restless. She was overwhelmed with anxious thoughts and the more she thought, the more agitated she became.
How should their marriage continue?
Had she made things too simple at the start?
She began to adopt an ostrich mentality, thinking that since she wasn't too deep into it yet, it would still be possible to escape. They were ultimately not suited for each other.
At that moment, he suddenly entered the room, pulled the blanket aside, and lay down next to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
Sidney's body tensed, knowing this was his way of seeking reconciliation, but she had her pride too, so she pretended to stay calm and ignored him.
His large hands roamed over her body, slipping inside her nightgown, grasping at her fullness.
Sidney immediately grabbed his hand, stopping him from going any further.
He just held her like that, and what seemed like an inevitable breaking point only made the silence more intense.
In the end, Sidney couldn't hold back. "What do you mean by this?"
He still didn't say anything.
"Say something!"
Jayson's lips were pressed against the back of her neck, and he slowly spoke, "I don't want to argue with you."
"Then you can't talk to me like that in the future."
"I don't think I spoke to you like that."
Sidney was upset again.
Jayson chuckled. "They say you're too submissive, but how come you let the Calderon family talk to you like that, yet you can't stand it when I do?"
"..." Jayson's words left Sidney speechless.
He turned her body to face him, looking at her for a moment before saying, "I promise I won't speak to you like that again, unless you really do something that makes me very angry."
"Mm." Sidney didn't look at him.
"You also have to promise me one thing."
"Mm."
"Be a person with your own opinions, and learn to live well."
She slowly turned her gaze to him, thought for a moment, then said, "Okay, but you have to help me."
He nodded and pulled her into his arms.
The two of them were wrapped tightly under the blanket, and Sidney felt so hot she was almost suffocating. "Let go of me, it's too hot."
He pulled back the covers, then knelt on the bed, his movements swift as he shed his shirt. In an instant, he was leaning over her, closing the distance between them.
Sidney pushed against him with both arms, feeling a little embarrassed.
His kisses fell like stars, pecking her forehead, her cheek, and then her lips.
He loved long, passionate kisses, the kind that left her breathless, her body trembling with each lingering touch. Every time, he wouldn't stop until she was gasping for air. Sidney felt dizzy, completely lost in him, her clothes forgotten somewhere along the way. When she finally regained her senses, instinctively trying to cover herself, his hands were already pulling hers away.
As he lowered his head, he kissed his way down her neck, and she felt like every place he kissed was on fire.
His head pressed against her chest, and her body trembled, not yet accustomed to the strange, intimate sensation. Her fingers dug into his back, white and delicate, tracing the lines of his muscles as she felt the heat of his skin and the slickness of his sweat.
His head paused between her legs, and before she could fully process the moment, a startled gasp escaped her lips. "No... don't! It's... dirty!" she cried out, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and resistance.
He lifted his head and looked at her with a gaze full of desire, saying, "Be good, trust me."
She slowly allowed herself to relax, accepting his intrusion, trying her best to stop any sound from escaping her throat.
But in the end, she felt like she wasn't herself anymore. In that moment, she was like fireworks, shot into the sky, bursting open, lighting up the entire night. With a soft gasp, she opened her eyes to look at the man in front of her. He lifted his head and smiled at her. She raised her trembling hand and wiped his face.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
She was too shy to speak, turning over and burying her face deep into the pillow.
His chest pressed firmly against her back, their bodies locked together, and she could feel herself trembling again. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her, muffled against the pillow. He leaned in close, his warm breath grazing her ear as he whispered words that made her skin burn with embarrassment. Every word seemed to pull something deeper within her, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath him.
His sweat dripped onto her heated back, making her shiver as she felt herself on the edge of losing control. Finally, they collapsed together on the bed, tangled in each other's arms. As he watched her drift into sleep, he reached over and turned off the bedside lamp. In the soft darkness, he couldn't help but think—she would have to get used to sleeping with the lights off. She would need to learn to be herself, to be honest with him, to learn how to be his woman. His gaze lingered on her peaceful face, a mix of tenderness and possessiveness filling him as the night stretched on.
He smiled.
