Carissa's POV
However, a week later, when my parents and brother returned, I was shocked by one piece of news. They casually dropped the bombshell that Dylan was going to be staying with us for a while due to some unexpected circumstances. My heart sank, and panic surged through me.
“Are you throwing a birthday party and inviting your high school friends?!”
My scream made Raihan, my oldest brother, look at me strangely.
“What’s wrong? Is there a problem?” he asked, his muscular frame and sharp brown eyes focused on me.
“Aren’t you ashamed of your age?!” I blurted out, frustration bubbling over.
“What does celebrating a birthday have to do with shame?” Raihan replied casually, unfazed by my outburst. “Besides, I told you about the party last month, right? Even before you came back here.”
I felt a mix of disbelief and irritation. How could he be so nonchalant about it? All I could think about was the imminent awkwardness of sharing a house with Dylan while my brother celebrated his birthday. The thought of facing both my brother’s friends and Dylan made my stomach churn. This was turning into a nightmare I couldn’t escape!
I fidgeted with my fingers. Honestly, I had forgotten everything my brother mentioned about the birthday party. He didn’t care much before, but now…
What happened between me and Dylan made me think twice!
“Are you inviting Dylan too?” I asked anxiously.
Hearing my question, Raihan, who was busy watching the morning news, froze. He turned his gaze from the TV screen and looked at me suspiciously.
“Why are you asking about Dylan?” Slowly, a smirk appeared on my brother’s lips. “Do you still like him?”
Raihan’s teasing made me quickly deny it. “No! I’m just asking!”
Smiling knowingly at my reaction, Raihan replied, “Unfortunately, Dylan isn’t coming. He’s busy working abroad.”
Confused by Raihan’s answer, I wondered if he didn’t know that his friend had returned to the country. How could that be? Aren’t they close friends?!
However, I quickly brushed aside those questions with a small shake of my head. It was none of my business, especially whether Raihan knew about Dylan’s presence here.
It could be dangerous if Raihan found out Dylan was here; the chances of them meeting would increase, and I didn’t want that to happen!
I chose to remain silent; what happened between me and my brother’s friend would remain a secret forever! I hoped that the man himself was also unaware of what we had done that night.
Or at least, that was my hope for now.
That evening, my family's usually quiet home was bustling with activity.
With a stage featuring a professional band in the backyard, an entertaining MC, and a variety of dishes, Raihan's birthday party was celebrated in style. The atmosphere was vibrant, filled with laughter and music, but I felt like a fish out of water.
“Carissa! Long time no see! You’re getting more beautiful!” a familiar voice called out, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Oh my, I feel like I’m seeing you all grown up!” another guest chimed in, and I plastered a smile on my face, trying to mask my unease.
As I navigated through the crowd, I couldn’t shake the feeling of Dylan’s presence looming over me. The mingling, the laughter—it all felt so normal, yet my heart raced with anxiety. I forced myself to engage, but my mind was elsewhere, worrying about how I would handle the inevitable moment when I would face him again.
The warm greetings and playful banter from Raihan's relatives at the party made me smile sweetly.
As per my agreement with my brother, I was tasked with helping him host the guests, especially his high school friends. And that’s exactly what I was doing.
“How was your experience studying abroad, Carissa? Have you found a boyfriend yet?”
That question made me sigh internally. I had anticipated my brother's friends would ask this at the party, so I had prepared an answer.
“Unfortunately, not yet. Still in the selection process,” I replied with a sweet smile, adding a hint of teasing. “But if anyone wants to introduce me to someone, I’m all for it!” I suggested half-jokingly, knowing it wouldn’t be taken seriously.
Laughter erupted around me, and for a moment, I felt more at ease. But as the conversation continued, my mind drifted back to Dylan. I couldn't help but wonder if he was listening, if he was smirking at my attempts to deflect attention. The party buzzed with energy, yet I felt a sense of dread about what was to come. Would I really be able to keep my composure when confronted by the very person I wanted to avoid?
Unexpectedly, my response made Raihan’s female friends laugh awkwardly. “If we introduce you, we wouldn’t dare, Carissa,” they said, making me furrow my brows. “Dylan might get mad!”
Suddenly, I was taken aback.
Why bring Dylan into this? What does my love life have to do with that annoying guy?
Another of Raihan's friends chimed in, “That’s right. If we introduce another guy to you, we’ll have to deal with Dylan! Who doesn’t know how protective he is of you?”
“Ugh, even Raihan is scared!” said another friend, shivering in mock fear.
“Sadly, after graduating high school, Dylan went to college in America and hasn’t returned since. I’m being left behind by my future husband!”
Hearing that last comment made everyone burst into laughter while my face turned red. The joke based on my first love experience was truly embarrassing!
At the peak of my embarrassment, I suddenly heard someone say, “Don’t you know that talking about someone behind their back is not a good thing?”
When I heard that voice from behind, my whole body froze.
‘No… it can’t be, right?’
My heart raced, and I quickly turned to identify the source of the voice, confirming that my ears weren’t deceiving me about someone I knew quite well.
Yes! The man standing tall behind me in a luxurious suit was none other than my first love and the one who had taken my purity, Emperor Dylan Drake!
Anyone who has seen this perfectly chiseled face would surely find it hard to forget Dylan easily, especially me, who had just spent the night with him a few days ago!
“Dy-Dylan?”
Carissa's POV“I like nights like this,” he said, without turning around. “It’s quiet, but not so quiet that it makes you lonely. It’s quiet… enough.”I stared at him for a long moment. The way he said it made me realize that perhaps we were the same—looking for enough space to breathe, without too much noise, without the urge to fill every pause with conversation.He turned, closed the curtain again, and walked over. I thought he was going to sit in another chair or return to the end of the bed. But instead, he stopped right in front of me.“Are your hands cold?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.I lifted my palm slightly. He reached for it, and sure enough—my hand was cold. His grip was warm, gently rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.“To keep it warm,” he said simply.
Carissa's POVI took a deep breath, holding back the emotions that suddenly felt too close to the surface. “You… don’t know how much that means to me.”“Then,” he lowered his head slightly, his voice growing softer, “I’ll tell you another time. So you won’t forget.”We didn’t talk much after that. We just exchanged glances every now and then, or smiled for no apparent reason. Time passed at the speed that only moments like these can—not too fast, but never completely still either.I didn’t know how much longer we would sit like this. But for once, I didn’t care. The world outside could wait.Dylan didn’t look at me again immediately. He just sighed, then tilted his body slightly, almost eliminating the distance between us. Outside, the afternoon sky was beginning to turn a deep blue. The lights in
Carissa's POVI didn’t answer, just leaned in slightly, moving closer. I don’t know who started first, but the distance between us narrowed until I could feel the warmth of his breath.There was no hurried kiss. Only their foreheads touched first, gently, like two people trying to hear each other's thoughts. I could feel his quiet breath, his fingers trembling slightly as they gripped mine tighter.“Just like this… that's enough,” he murmured.I nodded without opening my eyes. “Yes.”A few minutes passed in silence. Outside, the sky was starting to turn a pale purple. The lights hadn't been turned on, and the room was now filled with the faint glow of dusk.Dylan released one of his hands from my grasp, only to touch my cheek. His touch was warm, gentle, as if he was afraid to push me away. I let his palm linger, allowing th
Carissa's POVDylan didn't move, as if he understood I needed time to get comfortable in that position.“I know,” I finally replied, my voice barely a whisper. “I don’t want to pretend I forgot either.”Silence fell between us again, but this time it wasn’t an awkward silence.More like the silence of a peaceful afternoon, where the only sounds were our synchronized breathing, and the beating of our hearts that seemed to match its rhythm.He stared at my hand in his, then carefully stroked the back of my hand with his thumb.The movement was repeated, small, almost insignificant, but it sent a warm feeling spreading to my fingertips.I glanced at him. “Are you always like this with everyone?” I asked, half joking.He shook his head slowly, the smile lingering at the corners of his lips. “No. Only with people
Carissa's POV"I... don't really know what kind of flowers you like," he said then. "But I remember you once saying you liked soft colors."I smiled faintly. "This will do."He nodded, then leaned back. His eyes stared at the ceiling for a moment, before finally closing them, as if trying to rest his mind.I looked at him. There were dark circles under his eyes, a sign that he was tired too. Perhaps we were both learning to balance giving him space and remaining present.I rose slowly, placed the flowers in the small vase on the table, and sat back down beside him. Without saying a word, I rested my head on his shoulder. At first he was stiff, but slowly I felt his shoulders relax, his breathing calmer.Time passed imperceptibly. The lamp in the corner of the room was the only source of light, and the sounds from outside were barely audible."I w
Carissa’s POVMaybe, I thought, relationships grow like this—not from big explosions, but from small moments repeated every day. And I hoped these moments would be enough to slowly erase the distance between us.I sat at the dining table, staring at the cup of tea in front of me. Steam rose slowly, drifting into the air like thin threads about to disappear. The house was still quiet. Only the soft hum of the fan in the corner filled the room, spinning lazily in a rhythm that was almost soothing.Dylan hadn’t come out of the bedroom yet. I didn’t know if he was still asleep or getting ready. This morning felt different—there was a kind of pause between us I couldn’t quite explain. Last night, I comforted myself by thinking that distance could be closed, but this morning… it felt as if it had returned, as though testing my patience.I lifted the cup, taking a small si