Sleepless Night

The top-floor suite was spacious, and with the lights off, it seemed rather empty.

But the rare bright moon hung overhead, its gentle light pouring in and filling the room with a sense of warmth.

Click—

The sound of the lock was somewhat abrupt. Stephanie stood by the window like a startled deer, looking over timidly, her fingers clutching her sleeve so tightly they had gone stiff.

Sean felt his heart pounding fiercely, as though whiskey had mixed into his blood, setting his veins burning and trembling.

Before he could speak, Stephanie, leaning against the window, spoke first. "Can we not turn on the lights?"

Sean froze for a moment, then could not help laughing.

Bold in her actions, bold in her manner, bold in her words—yet at the very end, she did not want the lights on.

Perhaps it was that strange competitive urge that only arose when the two of them were together, but Sean walked over quietly and pulled Stephanie into his arms.

Moonlight fell softly over them, reflecting faintly off her silver-white hair. The glow was slight, yet dazzling.

Stephanie did not have pale, cool-toned skin. On the contrary, though her temperament was aloof and her expression usually blank, her skin was delicate and rosy. It had a lively resilience beneath a light touch, and when stroked more carefully, its astonishing smoothness made it hard to let go.

As if she had not expected Sean to be so bold from the start, Stephanie let out a muffled whimper. When she raised her head again, her eyes were already misted with watery light.

"You... you're cheating..."

Sean's mouth was dry, but his playful side rose to the surface.

Whenever they had been intimate in the past, Stephanie, as the initiator and the more proactive one, had usually