VELVET RED: BEGINNING

EPOCH 7

NOA:

As Gray and I sit on the plush rug in front of the crackling fireplace, the warmth envelops us, providing the perfect atmosphere for a heart-to-heart conversation. The dancing flames cast a soft glow on our faces, creating an intimate ambiance that encourages openness and vulnerability. Gray, with his piercing blue eyes, leans in closer, his genuine curiosity evident on his face."So, Noa, tell me," he begins, his voice filled with genuine interest, "what's your darkest secret?"His question catches me off guard, causing a brief moment of hesitation. I take a deep breath, grateful for the flickering flames that provide a sense of comfort amidst the daunting task of revealing something so personal. I look into his eyes, knowing I can trust him with my deepest secrets."Well, Gray," I reply, my voice filled with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, "there's something I've never told anyone."I pause for a moment, allowing the weight of my words to sink in before continuing."You see, I'm a virgin."A flash of surprise briefly goes on his face.

Gray sitting next to me is a comforting presence, his warmth radiates towards me as we huddle by the cozy fireplace in the living room. His relaxed posture and gentle smile put me at ease.

Gray asks me about my secrets, his tone curious but respectful. He leans in slightly, maintaining eye contact with genuine interest, and softly inquires about my hidden thoughts and experiences.

"Noa," Gray asks, "do you have any secrets? Anything hidden deep within you that you haven't shared with anyone?"

"Gray, I have something to tell you. I am a virgin. It's something I haven't shared with anyone before and I wanted you to know."

"Get rid of it," he says coldly. "I don't want anything to do with it." He then leaves the room. I am left thinking of what to do. Why did he suddenly change to this coldness again? I decide to follow him and speak my mind to him.

As I approach Gray, he's seated on the edge of the bed in the master bedroom, lost in thought. I take a deep breath and decide to come clean about my true intentions. "Gray, there's something I need to tell you. I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I just need to get it off my chest." I can feel my palms starting to clam up, but I push forward. "I want you to be my first. It's always been at the back of my mind, and I can't keep it a secret any longer." I watch as Gray processes my words, his gaze flickering between me and the ground. I can't help but feel vulnerable, but I know I need to be honest with him. The silence between us is almost deafening, but I hold my ground, waiting for him to respond. "Are you sure you want to do this with me?"

As Gray poses the question of certainty, his words hanging in the tense air, I meet his gaze with determination. "Yes, Gray, I'm sure about it," I reply firmly, refusing to let doubt enter my voice. Suddenly, Gray stands up, his figure towering over me, causing a mix of anticipation and apprehension to swirl within me. He speaks with a commanding tone, acknowledging the barrier my virginity poses to our agreement. "If that's the case," he says, his voice dripping with a blend of eagerness and dominance, "then I suppose we have no choice but to sleep together." His proposition hangs heavily between us, and after a moment of contemplation, I find myself in agreement. With a slight nod and a hint of nervous excitement, I respond, "Yes, Gray. I agree." Our eyes lock, the weight of our decision settling upon us as we both understand the implications of our forthcoming encounter.