Chapter 692

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I finally understood what people meant—when you meet someone who truly takes your breath away, everyone else is just passing through your life.

‘I’m scared… What if I get used to being treated like this by Edward? If I ever lose him, would I even know how to go back to the way things were before?’ I couldn’t help but worry.

Habits are scary things. Once you start depending on someone, that need just grows and grows until it takes over everything.

My mind was wandering all over the place, and before I knew it, I was feeling kind of down. I just let myself drift at the edge of the pool, letting the water hold me up.

Edward swam over and asked, his voice gentle, “Hey, what’s up? Getting tired?”

“No, I’m fine. I want to swim a little longer,” I said. It was so peaceful here, the water crystal clear—it really helped me relax.

I wiped the water off my face, thinking, ‘I’m still not tough enough inside. I really need to toughen up.’

Guys like Edward? Most people go their whole lives without ever meeting someone like him. Some folks wouldn’t even believe someone this flawless could actually be real.

‘Why am I even getting all emo about this? Just do it. No more overthinking,’ I told myself.

I kept swimming for a bit, but soon I was running out of steam. Turning to Edward, I said, “I’m getting tired… Can we get something to eat?”

Edward led me to the changing room, and to my surprise, there was actually a couple’s suite in there. I honestly hadn’t expected that.

When Edward brought me inside, I kept watching him, waiting to see if he’d step out. But he didn’t even look like he was going to leave—he just turned on the shower and started rinsing off right there.

“What’s wrong? Aren’t you hungry?” Edward asked with a smile, his deep voice echoing in the quiet room. It sounded really nice.

Feeling mischievous, I teased, “Who says my hunger is just for food?”

Edward froze mid-shower, his gaze suddenly smoldering as he shot me a meaningful grin. “Oh? Is that one of your cravings you want me to take care of?”

Without another word, he reached over to turn up the water temperature—and in the next second, he pulled me right over to him.

The hot water hit me, making me shudder, and the slick heat of our bodies pressed together sent a shock straight through me.

Before I could even get a word out, Edward was already lowering his head, capturing my lips in a kiss.

My mind went completely blank—my body took over, responding before I even knew what was happening.

In the cramped changing room, the air seemed to get hotter by the second.

“Wait… what if someone’s watching us? Like, what if there’s a hidden camera?” I grabbed his arm, not really wanting to go any further.

Edward let out a low laugh. “Relax. My bodyguards aren’t just for show—they’ve already swept this place for bugs and cameras.”

I froze for a moment, but the next second, he pulled me in, responding with even more heat.

I still couldn’t shake off my worries, but the sound of the water and his low, coaxing whispers tangled together, messing with my head until I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.

In that tiny little space, where we could barely even turn around, we somehow managed to try all kinds of things. By the time we finally stumbled out, my mind was still spinning, my cheeks burning hot, like the heat from before just wouldn’t go away. I couldn’t even look him in the eye—afraid I’d see a stranger staring back at me.

At dinner, Edward looked me over with a teasing grin. “Why are your cheeks so red? Still not had enough, huh?”

I shot him a mock-annoyed look, and he just laughed, looking absolutely delighted.

Dinner was served beneath the stars, with a single pane of glass stretched overhead so we could see the whole glittering sky above us. The vastness of it all made everything feel a little fated, like the universe was watching over us—and under that endless galaxy, I couldn’t help but want to imagine a brand new story for the two of us.

“After dinner, let’s wander around a bit. We’ll spend the night here,” Edward murmured.

I nodded, watching as one fresh dish after another appeared on the table—each one felt like opening a surprise box, so addictive I couldn’t help but crave more.

Edward swirled his wine with that natural air of superiority, every move exuding the kind of effortless class only he could pull off. He seemed to be holding back, though—maybe just being polite, or maybe he was simply over all this gourmet food, having tasted it a thousand times before.

Suddenly, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, and his expression darkened. “It’s Ryan.”

My hand trembled around my fork, and I snapped my gaze to him.