Arranged Marriage To Another Juliet (GxG)—[ENGLISH VERSION]

Chapter 12

We’re at her penthouse temporarily, and she said she would cook something for me. But the problem was, she didn’t know how to cook. Can you believe it? She invited me over to cook, but she couldn’t even cook.

I ended up doing the cooking—adobo and carbonara, her favorite dishes. She seemed to really enjoy it, eating more than I expected for someone so slim. Since I handled the cooking, she took care of the dishes. I told her I needed to shower, mostly because I already smelled like food. Luckily, our clothing sizes were similar, so she lent me some of her clothes. It was a relief that I always carried extra underwear.

“Movie marathon?” she asked, looking up with a small, teasing smile. “Do you want to watch here in the room or the living room?”

“Hmmm… you decide,” I replied, still a little groggy.

“Okay, then here,” she said.

“Are you sure? The living room might be better,” I suggested, thinking ahead.

“Fine, the living room it is,” she said, following her lead. She tapped my forehead lightly as I got up, and I couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. She always had a way of doing that.

By the time we got to the living room, everything was set up. She was sitting there with her eyes closed, looking tired, and I couldn’t help but notice how peaceful she seemed. I sat beside her, drawn to the calmness she radiated. Even just leaning next to her, I could smell her—sweet, lightly floral, with a hint of menthol. Why did her scent always seem so comforting?

“Am I pretty?” she asked suddenly, eyes still closed.

“You’re annoying,” I laughed. But honestly… she really was beautiful. Her skin had a warm glow, her eyes soft and bright, and her smile… impossible to ignore.

“Don’t stare at me too much, or you might fall in love… just kidding,” she said, making me laugh. You wouldn’t expect her to joke like that—so funny!

“Maybe I am in love with you,” I teased with a grin, watching her reaction. She looked at me and laughed. “Just kidding,” I added, still smiling.

“Just kidding,” she said, rolling her eyes and nudging me playfully. I laughed, then reached over to grab the popcorn. We settled onto the couch, watching the movie, leaning against each other. Her presence was strangely grounding, and I could feel how close we’d become in such a short time.

I caught myself glancing at her more than I should, noticing the way her hair fell across her face, the curve of her lips as she smiled. Every little movement seemed… significant. My thoughts started spinning, but I pushed them aside, focusing instead on the warmth of sitting next to her, the soft rhythm of her breathing, and the strange, undeniable pull between us.

It was simple, yet complicated. Comforting, yet confusing. But for now, that was enough. We were together, watching a movie, and the rest… could wait.

I opened my eyes slowly. I must have fallen asleep. I could feel the body behind me—warm, steady. That meant I’d been leaning against her the whole time. I quickly straightened up, worried she might’ve gone numb because of me. She adjusted her position too, then looked straight into my eyes.

A strange sensation washed over me, something unfamiliar yet intense. Her face slowly drew closer, and soon I could feel her breath, carrying that familiar scent I somehow missed without realizing it.

And before I fully realized what was happening, we were kissing again. Each kiss grew deeper, more intense. She hovered above me as we kissed, my hands resting on her body, exploring without hesitation. She didn’t stop me—she let me, as if inviting every touch.

Her lips trailed down to my neck, and I moaned softly. She continued kissing all the way to my collarbone, my hands tangling in her hair. Her touch wandered to my chest as she kissed my neck, each breath from her heavy and intoxicating. The sensation was overwhelming—every kiss, every caress, sent shivers through me.

She pulled me closer, and our lips met again. My heart raced as I felt her warmth against me. Every brush of her hand and every breath she took sent shivers down my spine. We moved toward the bedroom, wrapped in each other’s presence, sharing a closeness that made the world outside disappear.

She undressed her shirt that she was wearing and unhooked my lingerie top. She made no effort to stop me.

"Ughh" I moaned.

She kissed my n*****s and sucked it like a hungry baby. Her hands traveled from my bellybutton down to my most intimate areas. I knew I was very wet inside. She inserted her two fingers inside while sucking my nip. She moved it in and out while I was begging her to move faster, but she just teased me and moved it gently but slowly. I can feel my body was shaking, and she moved faster in and out.

She played my clits until it reached the spot, and reached the climax. She pulled down my shorts. And she licked it as her tongue moved around like it already knew the path. I feel something I’ve never felt before. I can’t stop her, and I can’t explain myself. Why do I want this to happen? Why can’t I stop feeling the pleasure when I see her? Why do I crave her presence? And now I can feel her inside me. I gasped for air when she moved her tongue inside me. I love the feeling. I moan when she pinched my nip while still licking mine.

I helped her undress herself. I could see the fire in her eyes. For a moment, it felt like she was on top of me, close, moving in sync. I felt my body tense, my heart racing, overwhelmed by everything happening. We shifted positions, and I could feel the intensity building, my body exhausted but unwilling to stop.

I could feel the warmth of her body, and my hands instinctively reached out. I heard her soft sighs and felt a strange, thrilling connection. I couldn’t stop myself from holding her closer. I felt completely drained, yet I didn’t want the moment to end. She shifted closer, our bodies pressing together in a tangle of warmth and familiarity. We moved in rhythm, like two parts of a dance, hearts racing, laughter and soft whispers filling the space between us. The closeness was electric—thrilling, intense, and impossible to ignore.

She lay down next to me and hugged me. Silence filled the room. I could feel the warmth of her body, and my hands instinctively reached out and played her nip. I heard her soft sighs and felt a strange, thrilling connection. I couldn’t stop myself from holding her closer. I hear her moan, and it feels so good hearing her moan. I sucked her nip, like a baby...ugh it feels so good!

“Zyhra,” a voice called, distant yet insistent. I blinked, startled. s**t! What just happened?

“Wake up, we need to eat. Our trip to Manila is still long,” she said, sitting beside me. I looked at her, still reeling from what I’d experienced. So…was it just a dream?

“Are you okay?” she asked, placing a hand on my forehead, but I turned my head away. Sh*t, what’s happening to me?

“Do you feel sick? You’re blushing,” she added, gently placing her palm on my forehead to check my temperature. Her touch was warm, and I could feel her concern radiating through her fingertips. I shifted slightly, embarrassed by how close we were, but also comforted by the way she cared. “You’re not burning up… just a little warm,” she murmured, tilting her head as if analyzing me. “Still… don’t overdo it today, okay? Promise me you’ll rest.” I nodded, feeling my cheeks heat up even more—not from sickness, but from the closeness and because of that dream.

“I’m fine. I’ll just follow you outside,” I mumbled. My body still felt the lingering effects of the dream. How could it feel so real? It almost hurt… physically and emotionally. My chest still felt tight, my heartbeat a little too fast, and a warmth lingered in places that shouldn’t feel this sensitive.

What is happening to me? Was it just a dream… or something more? I couldn’t make sense of it. I hugged my knees for a moment, trying to calm my racing thoughts. My mind replayed every detail—the closeness, her touch, her smell, her voice. Why did it feel so vivid?

Maybe it’s time to finish getting ready and take a proper shower. I needed to wash away the lingering… feelings, the confusion, everything. I dragged myself to the bathroom, still shivering slightly from more than just the morning chill. As the water ran over me, I let out a deep sigh, hoping the warm stream would reset me, help me think clearly. Even as the water rinsed off the dream’s traces, I couldn’t help but feel its weight lingering in my chest, like a secret whisper I wasn’t ready to admit, not even to myself.