CHAPTER 5:ONE DANGEROUS NIGHT.
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Daisy.
Daisy let out a soft breath against his lips, her hands moving from his chest to his shoulders without thinking.
Rowan’s grip on her tightened slightly as he pulled her closer, closing the last bit of space between them.
For a moment, the world outside didn’t exist.
No music.
No people.
Just him.
He broke the kiss first this time, but only just—his forehead resting lightly against hers.
“You’re going to regret this tomorrow,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
Daisy shook her head softly, her lips brushing his as she spoke.
“No… I think I’ll regret it if I don’t.”
Something in his expression shifted.
For the first time, there was less control in his eyes.
Rowan exhaled slowly, like he was trying to hold himself back—and failing.
“You don’t know what you’re getting into, Daisy,” he said quietly.
She gave a small, breathless smile.
“Then maybe you should show me.”
That did it.
Rowan let out a quiet, almost amused breath before pulling her into him again, his hand sliding up her back, firm but careful.
This time the kiss wasn’t just intense—
It was consuming.
And Daisy knew, deep down, this wasn’t just a moment.
This was the beginning of something she wouldn’t be able to walk away from.
Rowan tried to control himself, telling himself they were both drunk.
He really did try to pull away.
But the way Daisy clutched his shirt,like she needed him,made something in him snap.
Instead of stepping back, he melted into the kiss.
On the other hand, Daisy wasn’t thinking at all.
At first, she had told herself this was about forgetting Romeo. About forgetting the hurt, the betrayal.
But kissing Rowan?
It did more than that.
It made everything else disappear.
The doubt.
The insecurity.
Even the voice in her head that kept telling her she wasn’t enough.
She knew she was playing a dangerous game,getting involved with a man like Rowan.
But for once…
She didn’t care.
Tonight wasn’t about being careful.
It was about feeling something.
Rowan’s hand slid slowly along her back, pulling her closer as if he didn’t want even an inch between them.
Daisy gasped softly against his lips when he deepened the kiss, the sudden intensity catching her off guard.
Her fingers tightened in his shirt.
For a moment, she forgot how to breathe.
Rowan paused just slightly, his forehead brushing hers as he looked at her.
“You okay?” he murmured, his voice lower now, softer,but still strained.
Daisy nodded quickly, though her chest was rising and falling unevenly.
“Yes…”
But her voice came out quieter than she expected.
Rowan’s gaze lingered on her face, searching, as if making sure she meant it.
Then his hand moved again,slower this time, more deliberate.
Not rushing.
Not forcing.
Just there.
Present.
Daisy felt her confidence falter again as his fingers brushed lightly against the fabric of her dress.
Suddenly, she became very aware of herself.
Of how close they were.
Of what was about to happen.
She hesitated.
Just for a second.
Rowan noticed immediately.
He stopped.
Completely.
His hand stilled at her side, his eyes lifting back to hers.
“We don’t have to,” he said quietly.
The words surprised her.
There was no pressure in his voice. No expectation.
Just calm.
Just control.
Daisy swallowed, her fingers still gripping his shirt.
“I want to…” she said softly. “I’m just…”
“Nervous?” Rowan finished for her.
She nodded.
A small smile touched his lips—not teasing this time, but understanding.
“Then we take it slow.”
Something about the way he said it made her relax just a little.
Daisy took a small breath, then let her hands move,slowly this time.
Not because he told her to.
But because she chose to.
And Rowan didn’t rush her.
He just watched.
Waited.
Like he knew this moment mattered.
Daisy’s breath trembled as she stood in front of him.
For a second, neither of them moved.
Rowan’s eyes didn’t leave hers, like he was giving her time, letting her decide.
Daisy swallowed.
Her fingers slowly moved to the zipper at the back of her dress, but they hesitated.
She let out a small, nervous laugh.
“This is… harder than I thought,” she admitted quietly.
Rowan’s expression softened.
“Come here,” he said gently.
Daisy stepped closer without thinking.
Rowan didn’t rush. His hand lifted slowly, giving her enough time to pull away if she wanted to.
She didn’t.
His fingers brushed lightly against her back as he found the zipper.
Daisy inhaled sharply at the soft touch.
“Relax,” he murmured, his voice low near her ear.
The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down her spine.
Slowly
very slowly
Rowan pulled the zipper down.
The sound was soft in the quiet room, but to Daisy, it felt loud.
Real.
Her heart started racing again.
The fabric loosened slightly around her, slipping just enough to make her suddenly aware of everything.
Rowan didn’t move right away.
His hands rested lightly at her sides, steady, grounding.
“You’re okay,” he said quietly.
Daisy nodded, though her fingers tightened slightly at his shirt.
“I know…”
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
For a moment, they just stood there.
Close.
Breathing the same air.
Then Rowan’s hands shifted,slow, careful as if asking without words.
Daisy took a small breath… and let the dress slide.
The fabric slipped down her arms, inch by inch, her skin warming under his gaze.
She felt exposed.
Nervous.
But also… seen.
Rowan didn’t look rushed or hungry.
He just looked at her.
Like she was something to take in, not take from.
Daisy bit her lip, her eyes dropping for a second before lifting back to his.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she murmured.
“Like what?” Rowan asked softly.
“Like I’m…” she hesitated.
“Like you’re beautiful?” he finished.
Her breath caught.
Rowan stepped closer, his hand lifting gently to her chin.
“Because you are.”
And somehow… that made it harder to look away than anything else.
Daisy’s breath caught as the dress slipped from her shoulders, pooling softly at her feet.
For a moment, she didn’t move.
Didn’t breathe.
Rowan’s eyes stayed on her, but not in a way that made her want to hide.
It made her feel… seen.
His hand lifted slowly, brushing along her arm, sending a shiver through her.
“You’re still shaking,” he murmured.
Daisy let out a soft, unsteady breath.
“I can’t help it.”
Rowan stepped closer, closing the small distance between them again. His hand moved to her waist, steady, grounding.
“You can stop me anytime,” he said quietly.
She looked up at him, her heart racing.
“I don’t want to.”
That was all it took.
Rowan pulled her into him, his mouth finding hers again,slower this time, deeper, like he wasn’t holding back anymore.
Daisy melted into the kiss, her hands sliding up to his shoulders, holding on.
Everything felt heightened.
Every touch.
Every breath.
Rowan’s hands moved along her back, firm but careful, like he was memorizing her.
Daisy let out a soft sound against his lips, her body responding before she could think.
The room seemed to close in around them.
The tension.
The heat.
It built and built until it felt impossible to ignore.
Rowan pulled back just enough to look at her, his forehead resting against hers.
“Daisy…” he said, her name rough on his lips.
She didn’t answer.
She just nodded.
And that was enough.
He kissed her again, deeper, more certain this time as he guided her gently back toward the bed.
Daisy’s heart pounded as she let him, her fingers still gripping his shirt, like letting go wasn’t an option anymore.
The world outside faded completely.
No past.
No doubts.
Just this moment.
Just him.
And as they fell into the soft sheets, everything else disappeared.
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