As the two of them grew more familiar with each other, it became less awkward. By now, it wasn't just their first or second time together, and the third or fourth time felt more natural. Rachel had relaxed, no longer as tense, and Aron had become less reckless. He learned when to act with urgency and when to be patient, while she found her rhythm, like a singer finding the right beat.It wouldn't be entirely accurate to say that they were like fish in water, but they were definitely getting into a groove, and things were definitely improving.The only flaw was Rachel's small bed.That night, Rachel cried, covering her face with her hands. But tonight, things were different. Her hands, which once had nowhere to go, were now gripping the pillow, then holding onto Aron's open bathrobe, as if clinging to a rope on the edge of a cliff, with only him able to pull her up."Stop staring at me," she whispered.That "you" in this situation didn’t bother Aron anymore. In fact, he found himself l
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