The Night We Began นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Lilian POV That night, my love and I engaged in a dance of love so deep that we slept little. I was willing to give everything to him, and he was willing to give everything to me, so we were compatible. In the end, we were both lying on the bed holding each other, caressing each other's bodies, having intimate conversations that only the two of us understood, and sharing unforgettable moments. So I was the first to fall asleep. But the next morning, the loud sound of the state anthem woke me up. It was 7 a.m. on a Monday and the city hall car was passing through the streets of Rustburg singing the anthem and announcing something over the loudspeaker.

I loved his body so much, it really should be a crime. “Forever.” I said back to him. The rest of the honeymoon went smoothly with us having breakfast in bed, sky-diving, dinner at a tavern, visiting of historical sites, until the last night of our honeymoon when we were due to travel back the next morning. I woke out by 2:00a.m according to the table clock on the nightstand to Ryan burning up in my arms.

Whole. The night stretched on, fireflies flickering to life among the hedges, the sky deepening into velvet studded with stars. Somewhere between the teasing and the quiet moments, I realized that this wasn’t just the end of something. It was the beginning of everything we’d fought for. And maybe, just maybe, tomorrow was finally ours to shape to the way we like it. Rowe and Liz. Claire and I.

“You know… this is a lot.” Jake rose and walked to stand beside me. “I know. But it’s necessary.” “How do we even begin?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He looked out into the night with me. “We can start by saying our late nights working together got the best of us and we fell in love, considering how we were always in close spaces.” I gave a dry laugh. “That sounds like a cheesy movie plot.” “Cheesy works,” he replied. “People eat that stuff up.”

“It’s only the beginning of a good life, Mrs. Denver.” The evening went on smoothly as we dined under the stars on the upper deck. The candlelights flickered between us, and the sound of the stream brought out sweet melodies. After dinner, we had an intense lovemaking session until Jess could no longer feel her body move. Her tiredness made me chuckle as I covered her up in some sheets and made my way outside to enjoy the rest of the night. But as I stepped out of the door leading to the upper deck, I felt a cold metal pointed at my head.

Bodies shaking. We lay on the mat together, too wrecked to move. Caleb turned his head. His voice was a croak. “Tomorrow?” I laughed—hoarse, broken. “Tomorrow.” We didn’t leave for another hour. Just lay there, leaking, breathing each other in, listening to the last few men finish around us. The night had broken us. And we couldn’t wait to come back and let it break us again.

We’ve been going to night parties. It started as a casual suggestion from Lila during one of our late-night study breaks. “We deserve to celebrate surviving exams,” she declared with her signature grin. “Just one night. No drama. Just music, dancing, and forgetting about everything for a few hours.” I hesitated at first. Parties had been the starting point of my biggest mistake. But something in me—maybe the new energetic version of myself I was trying to rebuild—said yes. Jaden agreed too, and just like that, the big three began our tentative exploration of nightlife.

"All night, girls. We're just getting started." The pool lights flickered. Music kept playing. And we didn't stop until the sky started to lighten.

It all began on a Sunday evening. This time, it started in the sitting room at seven o’clock. The city outside the big windows grew dark. We both sat very still, we had left behind all the professional ways of speaking. Now we were just two people in a room together. He returned to the estate.