Imagine waking up to a warm afternoon breeze and the sound of waves hitting the beach, accompanied with the equally loud sound of seagulls. The sounds were enough to give off a calm feeling to one's restless soul.

Now, imagine being in Tiffany's place, waking up beside a beautiful sleeping man. A man that Tiffany wishes to spend her future with. A man that Tiffany knew she would risk it all just to be with him. A man that only he could make her fall head over heels for him.

After a month and a day of staying at her family's house, Erik thought it was time for them to go back to Britain, as planned. Tiffany was hesitant, and despite her trying hard not to show anything, Erik could see her like an open book. They almost had an argument when Erik suggested that maybe she should stay instead, seeing as to how she did not seemed to want to part with her family.

Of course, the storm never came.

A week in Cornwall, and all she felt were the immense love his family poured to her. With the addition of Josef and his wife, Tiffany could see another part of her lover's playfulness. A head-on playfulness.

Another thing that she still could not get over was the fact that Josef and Erik resembled each other so much that Tiffany could only distinguished them by knowing their hair colour. While Erik sported slick, jet black hair, Josef donned a carrot orangey hair.

Of course, if she looked closer, she would notice their difference, such as the way their eyes curved whenever they laughed or smile, or their slight differences in height, but even then, it took some times to point out the difference. How the Kims' friends were able to differentiate those two amazed Tiffany.

The first time Tiffany saw the eldest sibling was on the eve of his wedding and the day of the holy matrimony, and that was the only time she get to see Josef. In that time, Tiffany paid no heed because for all she know, she would never care. It turned out that God had twisted her fate and she ended up loving the one that she loathed.

Again, God sure had His fun when He was arranging their line of fate.

Tiffany knew that her lover could sing well.

Every time Erik went into the bathroom or doing something that, he enjoyed doing; he would hum or even sing to his heart's content, albeit slow. Erik has a mellow voice despite being deep. A soft matureness that she knew rare to hear. Low note, high note, and all the sorts—she had heard him sing with such immaculacy that was hard to find.

However, despite all of the singing she heard from him, Erik never once sings in front of her and Tiffany never knew why. In fact, even Maddox never heard him sing. The only people who have the lucky chance to hear him sing were his very close family member.

Every time Tiffany asked him to sing for her, Erik would successfully find a way to decline her and search for something to distract her. It frustrated her and amused her at the same time. When Tiffany asked why, Erik would just laughed it off and kissed her. Every single time.

How about now that Erik stood on the stage at the lounge they were in? Holding the microphone in his visibly shaky hand, with his eyes constantly searching for hers, and his fidgety steps.

It all happened all of a sudden. Apparently, the disc jockey knew Erik well and revealed that he had heard the golden boy sung once after they had done with their basketball practice, on one late afternoon during their secondary school year.

Maybe I should thank the DJ for pulling Erik onto the stage, Tiffany thought because if it were not for him, Tiffany would never get the chance to hear her lover sing.

Tiffany returned his longing gaze from across the room, assuring him that she was not going anywhere. Although she knew that Erik might not be comforted by it, at least she knew by him gazing at her through the entire time, she was easing him. With a tiny acknowledging nod, Erik started of his impromptu speech.

"I'm not one to talk in front of so many crowds," Erik started with a low chuckle to keep his nervousness on bay. "…and certainly not one to sing either…"

The crowd laughed when Erik made a face. Tiffany joined in, because watching him fidgeting in embarrassment was one of the many things that Tiffany found him extremely adorable.

"…but my lady have been wanting to hear me sing for too long. Of course, our dear David here had to pull me up here," Erik then turned to the DJ and motioned a pistol gesture, pretending to shoot his friend. Crowd laughed at the interaction, and so does both males on stage. "Thank you, though."

After throwing in a few words of which Tiffany knew that Erik was just spewing out, Erik finally announced that he was going to sing. Her heart beats faster when the music started. Even the soft sound of violin did not managed to calm her palpitating heart. Watching Erik standing on the stage, looking so flawless, made her breathless. Just as how the title of the song that he sung.

As Erik started singing the first few lines of the song, Tiffany found her knees weakened and head felt lighter. It was as if she was on a cloud nine, high from just hearing her lover sing. His voice was soft and rich, soothing her and melting her from inside and out.

Now, not only her heart fluttering wild, her insides were performing acrobatics too.

Erik hit the chorus with the perfect notes and keys—his eyes closed as he let himself be surround by the emotion the song gave out. The lyrics were wonders and it suited him enough that he felt as if the songwriter felt what he felt for his love.

Tiffany felt like crying—the feeling was too overwhelming and too much to bear. Although her tears were on the verge of falling, the smile on her face never left. It was as if the upward curves of her lips were etched onto her face and never want to go.

Before long, the song reached its end and Erik had made his way down the stage. The crowds around Tiffany were applauding him for his immaculate performance, but as if she has been casted a spell, Tiffany stayed rooted on her ground.

Only after Erik was right in front of her did she finally snapped out of her stupor and with her feelings bursting out, the dam that was holding her tears finally rupture.

Erik would have panicked the moment he saw her teary eyes looking at him from across the room but seeing the smile on her face was relieving. At least, he knew she was not sad or anything of sorts.

He poured his heart out on the whole song, from the start until the very end. The song was his favourite of all-time, either to sing or to hear. It was basically because of the simplicity of the lyrics of conveying unaltered feelings for whoever the song was for.

Erik would have changed the lyrics, just like how he used to for some comical reasons, but he would rather sing it the way it was because he was just too nervous from standing on the stage. Especially with the presence of a large crowd.

Then, there was his lovely girlfriend, in her emotional state, looking at him as if he was something that she badly needed. Erik found it endearing and amusing at the same time. The way Tiffany looked at him from the floor was making him glad, and with that, all the love in him came bursting unto him. It felt good to be looked at someone just like Tiffany did.

Tiffany was unresponsive and it worried him as he walked to her, thanking the crowds for the compliments they showered him. However, his worries flew out of the window as soon as he stood tall before her and a sudden wave of relief washed over him. Tiffany hugged him with all her might and he gladly reciprocated, squeezing her as tight as she did to him.

Tiffany was adorable.

Lovable.

And very honest of her feelings even when she did not even realise it.

Erik stroked her hair, inhaling the fruity scent of her shampoo as he calmed her down. There were people looking at them, watching the whole scene with curiosity written on their face but Erik would never give a damn. All that he could ever thought of was his girlfriend.

After a while, Tiffany pulled away, giggling as she sniffed and wipe her face. She was fortunate enough that she chose to not overdo with her makeup, knowing that they were going to a place where sweats will eventually come out. Only that Tiffany never thought that her eyes would 'sweat' too.

"Was my singing that bad that you're crying out of embarrassment?" Erik joked, helping Tiffany with her slightly dishevelled hair. His words made her let out a bashful laugh and Erik could not contained himself from cupping her cheeks in his hands and kissed her.

Soon as their lips met, both let out a relieved sigh simultaneously, to which they laughed at. People who were watching whistled and cheered, clapping their hands at the sudden public display of affection. Erik and Tiffany were embarrassed but all they cared about was the feel of the other's soft lips on theirs.

Nevertheless, as much as they wanted to prolong the kiss, both of them eventually had to stop. It was embarrassing enough being cheered on even with just a simple kiss—imagine if they did not even care for one bit and started to strip each other's clothes right then and there. That would create such a huge headline on tomorrow's newspaper.

Tiffany was the first one untangling her arms from around Erik's nape, sliding her hand from the broad of his shoulder onto his clothed chest. Tiffany did not even dare herself to look up at him, knowing that she would let her emotions took over her when she looked up at him in the eyes again.

Even then, it was such a good feeling for both of them as they drown themselves in each other's love.

It was as if walking by the shore became a routine for them as Tiffany found themselves burying their feet in the sands and the waves constantly stroking their feet with their gentle caresses.

Even with the strong scent of the sea and the sand, Tiffany could still smell Erik's fragrance in the air. Surprisingly, it made her tingle and sent shivers down her spine though Erik did not do anything to evoke such reaction. It felt good—walking by the coastline, hand in hand, as they enjoyed each other's presence.

Being in the States, they did have the chance to explore the beachside but, as always, the place would be crowded, even by dusk. Tiffany found herself liking the beach in Erik's hometown more than hers as his house was nearer to the ocean. Added to that, his place was more of a private property and one of the secluded spot in Cornwall, which made it easier for her to stroll the shore in peace without having to be conscious of her bikini-body.

Seagulls, waves crashing the sand, and the breeze that passed by them—those were the only sounds that surrounded them as they walked in silence. Tiffany looked up at her lover and saw the corner of his lips curved up, albeit small. Even then, the dimple by the bottom corner of his lips were visible, which screamed out his delight to her.

Erik's prominent jawline, his perfectly accentuated nose, his fair skin, his lips—all of him, Tiffany felt herself blush as she secretly gawked at him and admire his beautiful good looks. Erik's hair were messy due to the wind but it did not flaw his appearance even one bit. In fact, it made him looked like a bad-boy.

"As much as I love it whenever you stare at me, I'm quite curious on what's on your mind," Erik said, turning to her with a smile on his face.

My, that smile…, Tiffany thought as she felt warmth spread from her chest to all over her body. She smiled, shaking her head no and leant her head against his arm. "I love you, you know that, right?"

Erik grinned, oh you cute tiny bee…

In that instant, Tiffany heard his reply, saying the three magic words just like how she loved hearing it from him. Magical, enchanting—the words were drawing her to him just like a hypnotic melody.

The air was chilly as the day approached its daylight end yet what the lovers felt was only warmth and comfort as they walked side by side. Erik wound his arm around the girl as Tiffany snaked her hand around his waist, enjoying the heat from each other's embrace.

From where they start, Erik never expected the sudden twist in the journey to become what they are now. Tiffany used to be the girl he never wanted to have anything with, other than seeing each other as enemies. She was the kind of girl that Erik never wished to encounter nor talk to, but fate has a way in playing with them.

How did we got to this, he always wondered. Erik would found himself looking back from their first encounter and smiled like a fool. It was funny, but he knew that he was already attracted to Tiffany the moment his eyes landed on her.

But then, of course, at that time, he claimed that Michelle was prettier just because Tiffany was being so mean to him. Oh boy, how Erik wished he could pull back the words because now, no one could beat the ethereal beauty of the goddess that he used to dislike.

Driven by the sudden gust of affection for Tiffany that burst inside him, Erik pulled her closer and gently kissed the side of her hair, inhaling the scent that he came to love.

Erik felt the lump in his throat and chest as the love he felt for her flowed through all over his body. From top to toe, to the every bit of hair on his body—the adoration was just too raw and strong for him to handle. Erik chuckled, realising how weak he sounded when it came to love, but it was his most honest feelings for a blossoming woman named Tiffany Hwang.

Erik knew by heart, that there was no other girl that could induce such emotion from the deepest corner in him, other than the girl that was in his arms.

They went all the way to Penzance as a temporary get-away from Erik's family, courtesy of the middle son himself.

Tiffany could only bow in embarrassment as Madame Kim threw them a dirty grin when Erik mentioned about him getting Tiffany out of town. It would have made it easier to explain but Erik had to made it worse by emphasising on wanting to have Tiffany all by himself for a couple of days.

Tiffany knew too well what he meant by that and she secretly wanted some alone time for them too. Away from the others. It was not because of anything though. Why they wanted some 'them' time was because of a completely different reason.

Tiffany noticed the way his eyes leered on her whenever they relaxed themselves at the beach, especially when she dipped in the water wearing nothing but two-pieces to cover up necessary places. Knowing that his eyes would wander around on her body, Tiffany would deliberately swung her hips or bent over just a little exaggeratedly to tease him, because a deprived Erik meant, a very cute and flustered Erik.

To make things fair, Tiffany herself too wanted him as bad as he wants her. She probably had it worse than Erik did, as she had to endure watching Erik doing just about anything, knowing what he hid underneath his everyday clothes. Sometimes Tiffany felt as if Erik was deliberately teasing her libido by just sauntering around in their flat in just his boxer-brief and nothing more.

And Tiffany ended up playing with herself because she was too considerate of her lover's study time.

Tiffany had her tongue on almost every inch of his skin, her lips, her hands—everything. It was almost hard not to think of him when all they did whenever they were alone were either snuggling, cuddling or some lucky times, which were most of the times, mind-blowing sex.

Of course, they did other things as they went about their everyday lives but having to pause their most intimate activities for more than a month was a torture for her…and so it does to Erik. There were times where Tiffany wanted to be risqué but she was too respectful for that.

Funny, because Tiffany is a one kinky sly fox.

However, once was enough, Tiffany said once when they almost got naked in her room in the USA. Tiffany was referring to the time her father almost caught on to their little rendezvous after their first time having sex with each other.

Tiffany was both thankful and frustrated at the same time when they arrived in their hotel room. She had secretly hoped that Erik would be bold and pounce on her just like how she wished she could pounce on him. Even so, Erik, being the suave lover he always was, told her to get some rest first before they explore the place, which she was grateful for as she needed some sleep too.

But then, sleep did not seem to embrace her well when she was on a new bed, so the nap that Tiffany took was just as enough as she thought it was. Tiffany was grumpy the moment she opened her eyes but it soon faded when her body finally registered the warmth that came from her back.

Somehow, during the short period of her power-nap, Erik spooned her and fell asleep. Tiffany smiled, amazed at herself when she felt her cheeks heated up as she imagined how their position looked like. Pulling the arm that draped by her side, Tiffany kissed his palm gently, smiling against the warm, soft skin.

With the assurance of her favourite human-pillow embracing her from the back, Tiffany slowly felt sleep getting back at her. The comfort lulling her and soon, she fell asleep in the arms of her lover.

They certainly had fun.

Penzance was nothing short of what Tiffany considered fascinating. Although Erik mentioned that this trip was his second time in Penzance, Tiffany thought that he seemed to do well with his sense of direction.

Not to mention, Tiffany came to like the serious-map-reading Erik. Somehow, she pictured her lover as a sailor, reading his way to shore. Sexy and nerdy at the same time.

They went back to their hotel after Tiffany mentioned that she was getting tired. Among all of the great times she had during the day, nothing could beat the warmth of her boyfriend's body as he carried her on his back, on their way to hotel.

Erik was humming softly, with a small smile etched on his face. Tiffany slowly placed her head on his shoulder and sighed in delight. Ever since the night where he first sang in public, Tiffany noticed that Erik was more confident in singing in front of her now, albeit not often. Well, at least there was something.

As they arrived at their room, Tiffany immediately went to the bed and sprawled her body across the mattress. Erik chuckled and plopped himself right beside her. As soon as he did, Tiffany immediately scooted closer to him and snuggled to him, draping her arm across his abdomen as he pulled her closer by her waist. Both then sighed, pleased.

In the silence, as the cold of the air-conditioning licked their skin, they found themselves drowned in the warmth of each other.

There were times when Tiffany found herself aroused with just the sight of Erik. Just plain him. Just him.

First was after she had a taste of what making love with him felt like. Just the sight of him doing works, or fixing things—anything, and Erik made her wet her panties with just that.

Then, there was the time when she saw Erik wearing a white tuxedo instead of his usual casual tee shirt with dark blue or faded blue jeans. That time, she had imagined him taking her in one of the cleaners' room, having a kinky sex in the dark room while the party was still going on outside.

Which they did, after Tiffany had seduced him not even halfway through the dinner party.

This, however, this was just really random. Erik was just over there, in his white polo tee shirt, camo-patterned cargo three-quarter, doing nothing but having a chat with an elderly couple.

Fuck…why does he have to look so hot? Tiffany bit her lips as she crossed her legs to calm herself.

Why? Tiffany had thought of why she would be so turned on by just looking at him talking innocently to two innocent senior citizen. Surely, Erik had done no seduction on her.

His usual ways of turning her on was consisting of roaming hands, nibbling on her sensitive spots here and there, and whispering sweet-dirty talks into her ears. Erik would always makes her feel sexy—her confidence upped on a higher notch and it aroused her to a new height, every single time.

So, why? When all he did was, again, chatting innocently with an innocent elderly couple on an innocent topic.

Perhaps, it was because of the absence of lovemaking that had her hormones raging to no end.

Oh well, Tiffany had her own plan, either way.

Erik was lying on the bed, only in his pants as he waited for his turn to shower when his eyes caught sight of Tiffany wearing only her sexy lingerie set.

It had been a while since they had their 'sexy times' and Erik had been holding back, trying so hard in holding himself from pouncing on her the moment they arrived in the hotel room. So, when the sight of her wearing his personal favourite two-piece, it almost drive him wild instantly.

It was as if she was trying to seduce him, purposely swaying her hips while putting on her body lotion. Tiffany was humming a song. A song that Erik knew so well what it was.

Erik felt the blood rush to his navel as Tiffany gets to the chorus part of the song, enacting the lyrics literally. Her hips swayed according to the tune, dancing in the mirror as she bend her body over the sink to get a closer look at her reflection. Tiffany's butt-cheeks were inviting his touch, calling him to grope the flesh to appreciate its suppleness.

Tiffany yelped in surprise when she felt hands on her hips, squeezing them lightly. She knew so well whose hands were those belongs. The warmth, the soft touches, and the way they made way to her cheeks, groping her in a way that sent impulses straight to the peak of her mounds.

"Dance with me." Erik said, whispering into her ear which caused her to shiver.

His voice was low and gruff, and his breathing was shallow, thick with arousal. Erik slowly rubbed his hands along her skin, grazing the soft texture of her abdomen as he slowly sway his hips, humming the same song. Tiffany swayed along, hooking her arm around his nape while her other hand wrapped around his thick wrist.

"No music on?"

Erik nodded, leaning down to pepper kisses from her bare shoulder to the back of her ear. His hands slowly rubbed her exposed skin, ghosting dangerously inside her panty. Erik knew exactly how to drive her crazy.

Tiffany let out a shaky breath as Erik kissed the back of her ear. Their hips were still swaying albeit more sensual that it was before. As Erik licked the shell of her ear, Tiffany took in a sharp breath.

"You like that?"

His voice was sultrily gruff and sexier. Tiffany found herself melting in his arms as time goes by. Without answering him verbally, Tiffany pushed his hands away from her hips before turning around and tiptoed to wrap her arms around his neck. As an answer to his question, Tiffany gave a meaningful smile.

The kind of smile that waver Erik's last grip of self-control.

"I want you." Erik whispered, his voice were low and thick with arousal. If that was not obvious enough, the growing tent in his pants gave it away. "Now."

Tiffany gave a lopsided smile and sensually licked the bulge in his throat to which Erik responded with a growl and unintentionally squeezed her backside.

"Just make sure you top your previous records or you'll have to do it over and over again. Think you could do it?"

"Of course, I could. After all, I've done it countless of time, haven't I?" Erik said, smirking.

Tiffany, deciding that she wanted to tease him more, added, "Yes you did, but would you, this time around? I bet you've lost your touch since we haven't done it for a long time."

Challenged, Erik pulled her closer as if they were not as close before, letting her feel the hardened shaft hitting her lower abdomen. "You'll regret challenging me, Stephanie. I'll make sure of that."

Tiffany wanted to moan so much, hearing her full name being used with dripping hot sexiness of authority. As much as she wanted to show him that she loved the way her name rolled out his tongue, Tiffany wanted to push him to his limit.

She wanted to know, how far Erik would endure such teasing.

This was something they seldom—challenging each other's limit. Of course, they have gotten on each other's nerves but usually they would apply it in bedroom activities only if they were up for some hot, kinky, mad sex.

And it was sort of Tiffany's fantasy since she saw another side of Erik's personality after living with him.

"You don't seem like you will…," Tiffany tempted.

"That's it young lady!"

That was the last straw for Erik. With a deep growl, Erik lifted Tiffany and she yelped in surprise as he slung her to his shoulder. "Don't you dare back out later!" He rumbled, spanking her buttocks before throwing her onto the bed.

Tiffany whimpered—her body tingled with nervousness and excitement. Erik had never manhandled her during their lovemaking session. Always been the attentive lover who would ask her every now and then, if she was okay or if he was being too rough. Tiffany liked it—loving that he was prioritising her more that his needs.

However, looking at this very new Erik, Tiffany found herself spewing more arousal than she ever felt. The tingles grew stronger as Erik crawled up to her body, eyeing her with his piercing gaze. If anything, Tiffany felt like she could get off just by staring into his eyes that were filled with wanton lust and needs for carnal satisfaction.

Before Tiffany could taunt him for keeping her waiting for too long, Erik wordlessly pulled her panty with one swift move. Tiffany gasped in surprise and was even more surprised when Erik pried her legs apart. He licked his lips, letting out a guttural growl.

Erik shifted in his seat, sitting between her wide-open legs. While one of his hands rested under her knees, lifting it up slightly, the other went straight for the kill. His fingers traced the wetness of her excitement and smirked when Tiffany's body involuntarily curved upward.

"Cat got your tongue?" Erik asked.

There was no way for her to reply him as Erik plunged two of his digits into her sweet, wet cavern.

"Fuck yes…," Tiffany breathlessly moaned.

"Oh baby, but it's only my fingers though," Erik cooed, his fingers toyed around, twisting and curling inside Tiffany's pussy, and occasionally spreading his fingers as he watched Tiffany's face contorted in pleasure. As he thumbed her hardened pleasure nub, Tiffany squirmed, her body twitched. All she could let out was heavy breathing and moans, calling for God with every strum of Erik's fingers.

"You were so chatty before. Why aren't you now?" Erik chuckled when Tiffany responded with a whimper. "Can't talk now, can you?"

Her mind was telling her to breath but how could she when every stroke in her pussy kept her from catching her breath? Tiffany kept on pulling the bed sheet under her, trying to calm the tingles her body felt. Especially when Erik hit the spot.

"Erik, oh God! Fuck!"

Tiffany squealed as Erik drummed his fingers on her G-spot. Through her half-lidded eyes, Tiffany looked at Erik who hunched down to her body. Just then, she felt hot, wet tongue on her navel before it travelled down to her pussy.

Profanities escaped her lips as Erik added another finger into his play while his tongue worked magic on her clitoris. Tiffany's arousal flowed freely down to her rear hole, drenching herself in her own nectar.

Tasting her sweet sap, Erik hummed, in an attempt to drive her crazy, which he effortlessly did. The fingers that were in his hair, pulled his scalp as Tiffany pushed his head deeper into her womanhood. Erik groaned, the pain urged him to do more and he quickened his pace. With every plunge, Erik made sure to hit Tiffany's ultimate pleasure spot.

Soon enough, Tiffany was trembling and her cum gushed out, wetting Erik's upper body and her lower half completely. She let out a silent scream before squealing in pleasure as she writhed and quaked in orgasm.

It did not stop Erik's onslaught on her though. In fact, right after Erik pulled out his fingers, he immediately rid of his pants and freed his aching hard-on. Erik fumbled into the pocket of his trousers and took out his wallet to take a packet of condom. His shaky hands had a hard time to tore open the pack and putting on the rubbery material onto his hard shaft. Once he was done, Erik thrust into her, groaning at the tightness that enveloped him.

His hips piston in and out of her without waiting for Tiffany to come down from her high. Her legs were occasionally trying to close, due to the tremble of her body and Erik, finding it a nuisance, pried open her legs and placed each on his shoulders.

Tiffany screamed, her mind clouded with intense pleasure as Erik moved his hips, filling her completely to the hilt. "Fuck! Feels so good! Erik…fuck you!"

Erik breathily chuckled, "Yes that's it. Let it out, baby."

"Oh my God! F-fuck! Yes! Harder—oh!" Tiffany's nails were digging into his back, probably cutting him but Erik could care less. Looking at her orgasmic face was worth the pain. "Oh yes!"

It was impossible for Tiffany to stop herself—not that she wanted to anyway. Her previous high was not yet done but her next came just as fast as the beating of her pulse and no matter how many times Tiffany had experienced it, she was not prepared for the next quake. So when her orgasm came crashing down on her, all she could do was embrace the pleasure.

Her body spasm as her pussy clenched and unclenched his cock. Her juice squirted out with intensity. Erik had a hard time trying to move with the way her wall clamped onto his shaft.

"Damn. Fuck you're so tight!" Erik exclaimed, sweats forming on his forehead as he kept on thrusting into her with the same vigour. His own orgasm was approaching and Erik's movement became faster, chasing after his own high. He let Tiffany's legs down and proceeded to lock his arms by her shoulder.

Tiffany, feeling that his movement was getting faster and erratic, held him tight and locked her legs behind him to let him release himself inside her.

That did it. It even surprise him that he immediately unloaded into the latex.

Tiffany on the other hand, felt the warmth spreading from the centre of her body spreading. It felt so good, as Erik kept on erupting his lava into her albeit it was collected into the condom, warming her up with his own tidal of arousal.

"You won…" Tiffany said, absent-minded because she was still trying to balance herself altogether. Seeing that satisfied look on her face, Erik chuckled.

"I know. I always do."

They ended up going at it from early evening to sunrise, stopping only to fill their hungry stomach and then get back at it right after. It was as if they were trying to make up for the time they missed being with each other intimately.

The next morning, Tiffany was about to have a mini heart attack when she could not find her morning-after pill in her purse. That was until she remembered that she placed it on the bar right before she went into her seduction on Erik.

Tiffany had always been meticulous in taking care of her birth-control pills, not daring to take the risk if ever an incident of a 'punctured hole' in Erik's condom ever occur.

After she swallowed the pill, washing it down with a gulp of water, Tiffany stood by the sink and let her mind wander. There were nothing much on her mind though. All that flashed by were the memory of the night before. In that instant, her face turned red.

Erik came out of the bathroom whilst drying his hair with the small towel. He looked around the hotel suite for Tiffany until he saw her standing by the sink, her arms red. Immediately, Erik felt his heart constricted and he threw the wet towel on to the bed as he rushed to her side.

"Hey love, are you okay?"

Hearing his concerned voice, Tiffany turned around and saw his arched brows, eyes filled with obvious worry. Tiffany lift her brows in return, confused by his sudden qualm. "Of course, I am. Why wouldn't I?"

It took him by surprise at that but he quickly composed himself as he breathed a sigh of relief. "You were hunched over the sink and you were red all over, so I thought there was something wrong. Are you really okay, though? Discomfort or something? Perhaps an effect after all that we did?"

Erik's eyes went up and down on her body as he checked on her again. Tiffany giggled, removing his hold off her arms and took her face in between her hands. "Honey, I'm good, okay? In fact, I feel so fine now. See?"

To prove her point, Tiffany twirled one round and adorably spread her arms wide as a finishing act. "Although a little bit sore, but I'm fine, really."

Erik chuckled and pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm glad, then."

Tiffany returned his hug with the same intensity and grinned when Erik swayed their body side to side. They stayed in each other's embrace for a little while before Erik pulled away and kissed the crown of her head.

"Breakfast?"

The girl cutely nodded and then kissed his naked chest. "You know, if I didn't know you better, I would've think that you're seducing me right now." Tiffany said, resting her head on his chest as she looked up at him.

Erik laughed, shaking his head before tapping her nose gently. "We didn't even get a decent sleep last night. I wouldn't mind shagging you again but this room reeked of our sex, and if we're doing it again, I don't think we'll be sleeping in this room again tonight."

Tiffany could not help but giggle hearing his words. It was logical and true—their suite now filled with the smell of their all-nightlong activity. If they stay there for long, either they would succumb to reliving the sex again or…they would.

"Alright, out it is."

They spent the rest of the day walking around Penzance aimlessly. Although it was tiring, with the presence of their lover by their side, it felt as if it was nothing.

If there was one thing that Tiffany love in particular, it was how flawless Erik's side profile was. Ridiculously flawless, and with the orange evening sun shining down at them, Tiffany felt as if they were in a film. Loving how they nature seemed to cooperate well to bring out Erik's perfect feature.

It felt too unreal for Tiffany—having Erik by her side felt too good to be true. She never dreamt of being in an unadulterated love, more so with someone as great as Erik Kim Taeng. He was the epitome of perfection.

Drop-dead gorgeous face, impeccably right amount of muscle, and secretly the son of one of the famous professor in the whole England. To add with that, his personality and quirkiness was one of a kind. One that Tiffany could never find in any other men.

"Once again, no matter how much I love it whenever you stare at my face, I'd like it if you tell me what's on your mind." Erik turned to look at her and grinned. "Something on your mind, little mousey?"

Tiffany smiled and cutely nodded. "I love you." She said, whispering as if it was something so discreet. "So much."

Erik chuckled, feeling his heart fluttered with the sudden declaration. He pulled her closer and slowly inhaled deeply. "I love you too, baby. Much more."

If it was any other time, Tiffany would argue that her love was much bigger than his but since this was such a tender moment, Tiffany held the thought and let herself melt in Erik's warm embrace. "You know, I've never thought of this…this thing with you. You've always repulsed me in any way possible." Tiffany suddenly said to which Erik laughed. "What about you?"

"I thought you were lovely even though you're quite handful at times. Especially during the early phase of our meetings." Erik said. It was unexpected since Tiffany knew Erik disliked her since the first day but then, things with then had always been unexpected.

Well, when has their life been easy to be predicted anyway?